En France 88

 

The sun beams from a sky as blue as a duck's egg. Taking the chill edge off the light breeze, which wafts Stargazer's washing dry.

The pavement cafes are thronged, in the laconic way of their kind.

They line the quayside, beneath stately four storey facades.

Dieppe's harbour is in the bustling heart of town. To one side lie the pleasure craft.

To the other, the fishing fleet.

The crews under strict injunction, to be on their best behaviour.

Whilst the port pilots and the lifeboat moor at the head of the harbour. Ready for sea.