Porty People and Nearby Places

The personification of places is a curious trait.

It is even more curious to emblazon parts of the harbour's anatomy with big yellow letters.

The harbour eyes were watering in the face of a very brisk westerly putting the chill into the 7 degrees centigrade this afternoon.

The harbour ears were ringing to the fiendish howling of a banshee like sound being dragged screaming from the rigging of the boats mostly, sensibly, parked in neat rows on the tarmac beyond the harbour wall.

Definitely time to head for home and a cup of tea in front of the log burning stove ... and leave the exploration of the rest of this harbour's anatomy for a warmer day!