The houses of Ramsgate were less well kept than those in the French cities. As if people were poor here. But the ones I spoke to were happy. A very kind and very old previously fisherman was visiting the harbour office regularly. He had such a good mood. You can't take anything with you in the end. Spend it all. He said laughing.
I just did. Expensive trip this one.
From Ramsgate I decided to go directly to Norway. Exciting to find the way through the Thames outside of London. Moving sandbanks, lanes of traffic to different countries, windmillparks on the seabed, fog and stormy showers. A fulltime job the first hours. And then going zigzag between oil and gas rigs of different nations. All with their own watchdog, a supplyship showing AIS teeth in the dark to prevent boaters from tanking by selfservice.
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