The harbour at Mevagissey is enclosed by two sets of ancient stone wharfs, full of picturesque boats, and backed by the pretty town. The only thing it lacked, when I got there, was water. They are serious about their low tides in that part of the world. But the tide was rising, and in the time it took to eat a Cornish pasty (an acquired taste, which I failed to acquire), the boats were afloat and several were heading out to sea.
If this boat looks like it is sitting partly out of the water, that's because it was - it's keel was still on the bottom as the tide came in. It has a colour-coordinated post on the non-dock side to keep it from falling over.