8.6.15

Border Zone

An early start on Saturday; we were doing a one day booze crusie to Calais ahead of N&R’s wedding. 
Why is the Dover ferry port so determinedly a non-place? Everything is so resolutely temporary - with even less interest in dampening the transport infrastructure aspect than the average motorway services - yet has probably been fixed in arrangement for years. Of course it’s a transit zone, but evidently the fact that you are already on your way somewhere at the time you arrive there is not precaution enough, everything about the space guards against you getting too comfortable, and there is absolutely nothing to soften the tarmac.

With time to kill on the way back we took a detour into the Calais old town and an altogether opposite experience – a sunny beach with rows of cheerfully weathered changing huts strung out along its length - a different kind of temporary.

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