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By mid afternoon Stargazer has secured, beneath the lighthouse, in Ramsgate harbour. After a short but sweet passage. Which positions her to play the tides of the London River.

 "Follow that ferry." Is the gist of Dover VTS's instruction, as we depart. Caveated by a caution to stay well north, in order to clear a rapidly approaching inbound vessel.

As soon as Stargazer has complied, her skipper switches off the engine. Safe in the knowledge that the tide has turned north-going and the breeze, although light, is forecast to fill in from the south.

The face of the South Foreland is sheer. Making it safe to stand close in. With due allowance for fallen boulders on the sea bed.

St Margarets at Cliffe slides by, at five knots. Its houses nestled in a break in the glowing white chalk buttress. 

The tide is running hard now. As eager as Stargazer to turn the corner at Hope Point.

From where an offing is required. Families out for a Sunday stroll skim stones, from Deal's pebble beach. Which shelves gently out toward the Goodwin Sands.

The Ramsgate race fleet beat by. Fighting two or three knots of tide. Stargazer lopes northward making an effortless six knots, with its assistance.

Stepping off the tidal escalator, into a warm weekend welcome from Ramsgate Royal Harbour.

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High on the cliff top, Dover Castle stands four square. The keep ringed by two curtain walls, bristling with turrets and towers. More porcupine than British bulldog.

A light north wind fans the harbour below. A headwind for Stargazer. 

Keeping her company, in port, is the fifty foot catamaran, Oracle. Last seen sheltering in St Peter Port (see Ad Lib 144). Her three year circumnavigation fully completed.

A lazy, late summer, feel pervades the weekend air. With musicians playing on the promenade.

Whilst the prospect of a fair wind and tide, for tomorrow, beckon.

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On the horizon, Cap Gris Nez glints white, capped with an undulating garnish of black. Close enough that Stargazer's skipper's phone 'pings' in his pocket. A "Welcome to France" message lighting up the screen.

As he stands atop a mirror image chalk cliff. Cut through rolling green downland by a torrent of glacial meltwater. Which swept away the Weald-Artois limestone ridge.That had hitherto connected the two shores. Replacing them with the Dover Strait.

There are two options for the ascent. A slow steady climb along a graded path. Or, Stargazer's skipper's preferred option, a short sharp series of steps. With long level stretches between them. From which to enjoy the view and slow the heart rate.

The way lined with luxuriant growths of berries ripening in the autumn sunshine.

The phone 'pings' once more. Anja and Bethold (see Ad Lib 145) are approaching the Ile d'Brehat. They would like an informed opinion on their intended mooring spot. Circled on a sketch map.

Stargazer recommends burrowing deeper between the crags of granit rose. For greater shelter and maximum scenic amenity, in this special spot.

Several flights of steps later, a photograph and a 'thank-you' arrive. 

Anja and Bethold have secured in the picturesque, and wholly natural, harbour of Port Clos. The 'best' of the suggested options. Albeit one which Stargazer has never been able to take herself. Due to fierce competition for the buoys, in season.

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 A smooth sea licks at Dover's shingle foreshore. Retreating with a characteristic seething scrunch. 

The waters stirred more by ferry movements than by wind action.

At the head of the beach, an elegantly turned out crescent. With cross Channel views. And sheltered seating upon which to take the sun.

Behind it, "The Wellington" (Dock).

Recently dredged and renovated. A process which has dislodged an accumulation of quietly decaying 'projects.' Raising the tone, whilst leaving much space available along the new pontoons.

Beyond it, beats the tarmac artery of the town. A dual carriageway which beats in time to ferry arrivals and departures. With a regular thirty minute pulse.

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A mackerel dawn, flaming fish scales in the sky, tells of a fair southerly breeze for the day. Before a change in direction, to the east, from tomorrow.

Stargazer leaves Sovereign harbour on the morning tide. For, by rounding Dungeness today, the expected run of easterlies will become favourable for her homeward journey.

The Pevensey Bay shoreline emerges from night's shadow. Gradually gaining colour and form.

Stargazer's skipper now able to see sufficiently to set about accurately adjusting sail trim.

Stargazer canters over a low swell. Fiery mauves and oranges give way to crystal blue, in the palette of the sky.

Soon, we are upon the mighty shingle spur of Dungeness. Which juts far out into the deep waters of the English Channel. Sending its tidal stream spinning off in whorls and eddies. 

Hastening Stargazer's progress. The low shores of Rye Bay are swiftly replaced with towering chalk cliffs.

Ahead lies the South Foreland. With the port of Dover crouching, dwarfed, at its feet. Ferries bustle to and fro, under the laconic direction of Dover VTS (Vessel Traffic Service). Who must co ordinate the multitude of commercial and leisure movements.

A Stargazer sized gap is found. We sweep in through the western entrance. Diving for the opening, before an eager tide can sweep us past. As if alighting from a moving train (in the days before driver controlled door locks).

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Tea is served, on the terrace of Langhams, in the traditional way.

The first in a freshly painted parade of imposing seafront properties.

When approaching Old Eastbourne Town, along the shingle, from Sovereign harbour.

The style of dining appears to become more casual. . . .

. . . .the further south, along the row, one progresses.

Whether snacking on ice cream, or savouring tea and scones, all share a royal view of the resplendant Eastbourne Pier. 

An Indian Summer has seemingly set in. Barely a ripple troubles the surface of a benign blue sea.

Which rivals the bowls club's green for smoothness.

The relaxed pace of play entirely suits the soporific feel of this September day. Poised between summer and autumn. Enjoying the best of both seasons.

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The Sovereign seals survey their surroundings. As the tide ebbs around them. Saving them the work of hauling out.

Whilst a cormorant stands in mute contemplation atop a channel marker. Warming in the sun. After a chilly deep dive.

And an oystercatcher stalks a freshly uncovered shingle bank. On the lookout for any slow to relocate marine snacks.

Barely a breath ruffles Pevensey Bay. A high pressure system looks to be settling in for the week. Causing Stargazer's skipper to rethink passage plans.  

Based around a slower sailing speed. Plus the need to receive tidal assistance to supplement it. Which, together, add up to shorter passage lengths.

On the plus side, we are free to lock out at any state of tide.The welcome presence of dredger Sospan Dau, off the breakwater, resulting in a surprising channel depth upon our arrival. Over a metre greater than when Stargazer left in spring.