The Southampton sea is in fact neither that deep, nor blue and and it sure as hell is not glistening with silver as Mr. Horace Walpole poetically described it in 1790 (maybe back then it was) … but it’s lovely.
It can be artistically industrial. It can be romantic and picturesque.
I always liked to walk there, especially at sunset. My eyes and my senses were pleased. I miss this.