I live in a harbour town and am only a corner away from direct sight of the harbour itself. But it’s the sounds that evoke – the metallic orchestration of rigging and masts in the wind – the bass notes of hull against hull – the rhythmic lapping of water. Cosmopolitan sounds I’ve heard in other places but are somehow always the same.
At night they take on an eerie longing. The boats like thoroughbreds in their stables – sails furled, prows set, tugging at tethered ropes – straining for the release of movement.