The mooring is quiet and peaceful despite being just a couple of yards from a bridge-type structure that attracts some very strange folk, some are easy to understand, they are simply p**s heads looking for a quiet place to sup their Strongbow, and others were not so easy to understand. They arrived early afternoon several times per week and sit on the structure for several hours at a time before disappearing, my first thought was that they were drug dealers and some people did stop and seemed to make an exchange before continuing on their way but the stoppers were so infrequent that if drugs were being dealt very little money seemed to be made. Despite the strange comings and goings, the mooring felt safe.
The mooring was a short walk from shops, pubs, busses and trains.
The mooring was on pins.