A tune floats along the street. Spreading smiles, among we onlookers, as its chords reach us. A pavement piano improvisation is underway. With both sound and camera crew to capture it. There is a Sinclair C5 prominently parked at the kerb. Its significance an engaging enigma.
Ramsgate is going about its day, in its own colourful way.
At the head of the harbour, the ship yard slipway reaches out into still waters.
On it, last winter, the Medway Queen was refurbished (story here). Today, a centenarian barge-yacht, the Marinus, is hauled up on the ways, under repair. Her lines evocative of the Medusa, the "baddies' boat" from Riddle of the Sands.
Echoing hammer blows ring out, as orange jacketed shipwrights set to work on her plates.
Pilot boats rumble to and from the harbour mouth. Shepherding cargo ships, bound for Felixstowe, Rotterdam or the open Atlantic, through the North Sea shoals.
Helter skelter streets scramble skyward. Borne on ornate red brick arches. Home to a menagerie of restaurants, sail makers and antiques emporia. Even a garret radio station.
Beyond the sheltering harbour walls, waves make their landfall, on the beach, with a satisfied purr. Tomorrow the tides turn fair for a passage north.
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