Sam and I strolled northwards a few weeks ago. Not a breath of wind. As you can see, the estuary looks tranquil – but there is plenty of water flowing from the catchment. Note the wedge of late-winter sky to the south: gradations of colour (or bokashi) straight out of a Hiroshige woodblock print….
Maybe add a woodblock print of the estuary to your list? Homage to Hiroshige and the others. . .
I love estuaries. Even the science of them is poetic. They are liminal places, outside our normal understanding.