Afternoon melts into evening. The low sun mantles the chalk cliffs in folds of earthy ochre, creamy yellow and pure white.
Casts mysterious shadows amongst the corrugations and caves.
Green pasture dotted with woodland, and chateaux, crowns the living rock. Blue sea laps at its feet.
Stargazer reaches up Channel, a jolie brise on her quarter. Revelling in the splendour of her surroundings.
We moor beneath the wrought iron swing bridge, in Dieppe, for the night.
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