In the winter months, the sail boats are hauled out of the sea and propped up on the shore, their great bulks held high in the air. Although man made, their smooth curves and rusting, seaweed covered hulls seem more at home in the natural world. Grass and brambles twist through the forgotten trailers and discarded boat equipment. The wind whips the halyards rhythmically against the masts and whistles between tarpaulin. A startled wren flits to the rocky breakwater and disappears between the boulders. The exposed rudders and keels frame windows into this temporary world below.