The harbour empties to its bones
Springs are running; the mud flats off Ferry Point stand clear for ninety minutes.
At first low water the inner basin drops far enough that the old chain moorings show above the surface, black and dripping, in a line that traces the medieval quay wall. Harbourmaster Elin Ravensworth logs it as “a hard bottom night” — the sort of tide where anything drawing more than a metre stays put until three.
Cockle beds east of the training wall are exposed for the first time this fortnight. The permit boats work them by headtorch, and the sound carries a long way over wet sand.
Standing advice
No transit of the north cut within ninety minutes either side of low water on a spring tide. The dredged channel silts at roughly 40 mm per week between surveys.