Dressed in heritage colours, ‘Proclaim’ responds without complaint – as many old ladies do – to the gentle coaxing of the wheel , as her starboard side slowly docks with the sodden lumber of the jetty. The weathered timbers creak and groan as the wash rhythmically rocks the joists of the fifty metre pier. Small flakes of paint detach and flutter down onto the chilly water.
The mid-morning sun peers through the gaps between the planks on the jetty, spotting the drifting dust motes, and reflecting from the water’s surface to the underneath of the pier. A dazzle of refracted colour ensues as beams of light split both water bubbles and grains of salt.
A lone jelly fish mushrooms its way to the surface, blop blop, the ghostly wraith of the sea. The fine turquoise water exposes the flashing darts of silver, as the bottom is ploughed by tiny puffs of sand.