This just could be an image from a classic boot rally where craft and their boots had begun gathering for an annual meet, but no it was around 0800 hrs on an ordinary October morning-after in a sleepy anchorage in the Blackwater. Two tall ships and two spritsail Thames barges lay at anchor. I find waking up to a scene like this while cruising is truly magical, (not the boots the boats) and I do feel privileged to be able to experience this type of scene quite regularly and feel if nothing else could woo other would be visitors to the area then these should. While sitting in this scene it was an absolutely still morning with the odd quack from a duck and the sound of one or two crew arising to a whistling kettle that whispered across the estuary, and it was also the moment that one can't help but feel as if he has been planted straight back into an earlier time of 19th century sail perhaps, where scenes like this were a part of daily life. But then hold on a minute.. they are daily life? As I just said, a scene like this in the 2010s is a common one in the River Blackwater. What makes the scene so special I wonder, it is surly the vessels but just as importantly, the absence any white composite material.