Bitter cold wind coming off the ocean, blue as far as they eye can see and the horizon and the sky melt into one. Smeared white like white-out applied by a sloppy English student and careless hazy shading of the land like a primary school art student. I miss that place.
Brick red roofs attached to half covered white boxes in which people call home. Little boats resembling bath toys which people may either call a hobby, an escape or a livelihood.