There’s a film. I’m pretty sure it’s Charles Dickens Great Expectations I think it may be a 1930’s film. There’s a scene with a young lad in a very bleak industrial landscape (which apparently is actually Chatham), but for some reason has really stuck in my mind.
I mention the film (and have done so before) because when I am down at the waterfront and there is a bit of a breeze blowing, as there was today, for some reason I am reminded of the film, the wind blowing through the cables, which are clanking against the mast sounds a bit wistful and mournful. It’s almost depressing.
Stood out at the end of the Haslar Marina wave guard / pier wall you can feel the wind blowing, and the moaning as it crosses the many boats of the marina. Especially when it is a grey day, and rain is threatening, it just adds to that sense of bleakness. The effect is even more noticeable if the light is low, such as early in the morning.
I have no idea why the film has stayed with me so strongly, I do know that I saw at quite a young, and therefore likely impressionable age. As I write this, at nearly half past ten in the evening a strong gust of wind has blown against the window. It almost makes me want to go for a walk. I won’t of course, it’s time for bed.