‘“What do you think it was?” he asked. “Cow’s tongue,” he chortled, and my fellow diners fell into fits of laughter’ No matter how long you sail, and no matter how far you roam, there are some harbours that you will simply never forget. They lurk in the mind, like old loves fondly remembered. Well, most of them do, some harbours you would rather forget, and usually for good reason.
In my early sailing days, which always seemed to involve many frustrating passages through the Dover Strait, how I longed for Dover harbour to be a bit more friendly. Asking permission to enter seemed a request too far, met with evident irritation in the reply. Then came the tunnel, the ferry traffic dwindled, and now we find ourselves as welcome…