‘Fog creeping into the cabooses of collier-brigs… hovering in the rigging of great ships; fog drooping on the gunwales of barges and small boats... fog in the stem and bowl of the afternoon pipe of the wrathful skipper, down in his close cabin… Chance people on the bridges peeping over the parapets into a nether sky of fog, with fog all round them, as if they were up in a balloon and hanging in the misty clouds…’ (Charles Dickens, Bleak House, 1853)

“Located at the margin between land and sea, a port is a kind of “no-man’s land” that exists in a constant state of flux and change. Ships come and go around the clock, manned by people betwixt and between their work at sea and their grounded lives at home...”