We left Dover early, asking permission to leave the harbour through Port Control.
We had previously listened to a Frenchman also asking permission to leave. The Port Controller was getting frustrated - asking the same question over and over.
"Which direction are you heading - East or West?"
"Yes, zank you"
After four attempts, he gave up!
Dover was a surprisingly pretty place.. The West end of the port has a pretty beach. This was full of people in swimming costumes. A sea of tattoos interrupted by very red patches of skin!
This is the last leg of this stretch, then starting again after the Olympics.
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