On the day I visited, in April 2013, the wind was quite blustery, and the only people we saw were dog walkers. A line of wooden jetties extend into the water with wooden gangplanks leading to them. Many had planks missing, and others wobbled precariously as you stepped on them. It was eerily quiet, save for the clanging of the metal masts. It was as if the boats had all been abandoned. Indeed, some were in a bad state of repair, while others had Keep out signs or health and safety notices warning trespassers away.
We had a good walk all the way down the path, past many boats.
There was one particularly impressive boat (in terms of decay) which I focused my attention on.