A boatyard is a very unhealthy place.
Blue, black and red rivers of antifouling-logged water run at your feet. Clouds of ground plastic and paint drift by, settling on the ground when the wind dies, and rising with every gust. The constant roaring of grinders and machinery attacking your ears, and the nose-burning stink of an assortment of toxic chemicals.
Actually, I forgot to say, but we saw the junk-rigged boat China Cloud in the yard!
Ought to have photographed it, but it was in a sorry state, and hopefully will look this good again soon.