Stargazer is surveyed by the vigilant eyes of the port control tower.
Perched upon the seawall. With its panoramic view.
Looking out over the beach. Where expectant metal-detectorists prospect and dogs are briskly exercised.
With chalk cliffs, stretching away north. To the Foreland. Lapped by the clear blue seas of the Channel.
Within the harbour walls, craft of all kinds cluster, in a companionable melee. Making preparation for winter, under a warm sun.
Pilot boats wait, ready for the call to put to sea. To guide a deep laden merchant-man, into the wharves of the London River, or on toward Felixstowe's container port.
Tomorrow's forecast speaks of a building southerly breeze. Suitable to carry Stargazer to the Medway. A passage for which the tides also serve.
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