The ancient stone turrets and keep, of Dover castle, dominate the skyline.
A British bulldog, foursquare, atop the famous white cliffs.
Its silhouette an omnipresent backdrop to the sunlit streets, of the town.
I walk through the park. . . .
. . . .and Market Square. Follow the winding Castle Street up and up, toward it.
To be rewarded with a view out over the port. The sea calm, in the western entrance today. Barely a breath of breeze ruffling its shimmering surface.
In contrast to the conditions of yesterday and upon Stargazer's arrival.
There is too little wind, for Stargazer to make for Ramsgate, on the afternoon tide, as planned. Adherence to arbitrary deadlines, though, has no place in our cruise. Wind and tide continue to sculpt its shape.
Tomorrow an easterly three to four is forecast. Enough to carry us north, through the Goodwin Sands, via the Gull Stream; perhaps under cruising chute, if we are fortunate with its precise angle. An evening passage. Next post therefore planned for Tuesday.
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