Entering Port

The liner is in, black-hulled and enormous, her funnels still smoking as a little steam tug fusses her the last few yards towards the quay. Gulls are up everywhere, the crane is swinging a netful of sacks down over the dockers, and the old blue lorry with the red wheels is waiting to be loaded.

Down on the crates in the corner, a tabby cat has stretched out and gone to sleep through the whole business.