Zen Again 11

 

Today's breeze has swung into the south west. Gusting thirty knots. A warm wind.

On a Sunday made for strolling. Along Dover’s promenade, admiring the grand old georgian facades.

Along newly built 'marina curve.' Where the neatly paved breakwaters, which shelter Stargazer, are studded with food stalls, seating and wind breaks.

Or, scunching along the shingle-beach foreshore, of the outer harbour. 

Watching ferries, being alternately swallowed and disgorged, by the haar, which stealthily lurks to seaward.