The delights of Dieppe; a working port where seafarers, of every calling, mingle companionably.
Where a warm, four storey, ochre painted facade tops the lichen-grown stone walls of the quay.
City life slows its pace, lighten its step a little, as it reaches the waterfront.
Salt stained trawlers scurry about their business. Day and night. With always a tide to catch, nets to shoot and to haul.
That each boat's smartly named stall (sign written in the style of the mother ship) might be kept fully stocked. For the eagerly waiting market goers. In a nation, in which, wriggling fresh seafood is a way of life.
The Newhaven to Dieppe ferry steams into the outer harbour. Dwarfing the pier head. Sounding a resonant blast upon her horn.
To seaward, beyond the storm mounded shingle beach, a dredger is shepherded in by the Dieppe Pilot.
The eagle eyed Port Control coordinating manoeuvres, from their cliff top eerie.
Until both vessels are berthed. A diminutive aluminium workboat (far right) carrying out mooring lines, to secure Seven Sisters to the shore. Whilst, the scarlet sided, Duzgit Harmony, after craning two giant fenders over the side, employs the aid of the stiff north breeze (blowing from left to right), to lay her neatly alongside the ferry .
Stargazer maintains the working ethos, of the port, by drying the past week's hand washing. Streaming from lines strung in her foretriangle. Proud to count herself a part of this diverse fellowship of the sea. Preparing to catch the morning tide.
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