What you see before you is several small "islands" that sit above the waterline like small humps, each a tumble of rock, brick and rotting wood. There are about a dozen collapses buildings sprawling over what once was a village. Only three of these buildings might offer any shelter - an decrepti old millhouse, a ruined chapel, and what might have been a small warehouse.
The weather is gray and the mist of the morning has not yet burned off, but seems to linger...