On my way to the chemist (pharmacy) to collect some medication we'd run out of, I stopped to photograph this lone boat moored in the estuary. When I first arrived the water was rippled but after a few minutes I noticed it had calmed and there were lovely reflections.
The medication error turned out to be the pharmacist's fault as they hadn't given us the full amount last month, rather than my fault for mislaying a bottle of pills!
“Photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth which can make them come back...
