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I first discovered Seaford Head in the mid'80s when invited to play at the golf club of the same name. The 18th hole stretches from the top of the headland toward the town, and I got the same thrill when playing it on many subsequent occasions, and in all weathers including thick sea mist!
If you're ever in Dublin, take the DART suburban train to Howth, where there's another Martello Tower that's turned into a museum. In this case almost exclusively about radios: https://hurdygurdyradiomuseum.wordpress.com/
And Howth is also a lovely seaside town.
I didn't know that Newhaven Marine is being updated to accept freight. I think that is excellent.
The sophistry around what is needed to keep a line open is beyond comprehension. I guess in this case the diversion of the train is permitted because of work on the line (just as it would be if any other line is being worked on) And they are running a passenger service to Marine that anyone with a valid ticket could use. But there are no such tickets at present because issue of such tickets has been suspended because the station is closed for safety reasons.
You got out and just walked up the stairs onto the ship.
At Dieppe, you came down the stairs (about 3am) onto a waiting train alongside which got into Paris St Lazarre around 7am.
I did it a couple of times in the 80s.
Sadly, Dieppe Maritime was ripped up also, and the ferries now stop a bit out of town in Dieppe, no longer at the end of the main shopping road.
Eurostar is faster, but less fun.
Re Newhaven Marine station, a former workplace of mine. The building should have been condemned years before, we all said so, In fact parts of it were taped off. It may have looked ok-ish but inside was bleurgh!.
Despite; deep cracks in the floor, water in the toilets that would overflow and fall like waves particularly during storms, Legionella in the other water system that was tackled by covering the taps with plastic bags and providing disposable cutlery, broken central heating for over three years for this 24hr workplace, buckets everywhere when it rained and a "room" constructed with stapled polythene - complete with air lock - where a man in a spacesuit repaired the collapsed asbestos ceiling while staff carried on around, the building was deemed habitable. The place was legend and almost certainly the worst in the business. Before an immense amount was spent on replacing the windows, I had seen a senior officer climbing onto the first floor roof to nail shut windows that were falling out.
Some ferry captains are better than others and some just get a bum deal when huge gusts hit broadside causing the boat to hit the quay, cracking supports and badly destabilising an already shaky structure. The word was passed up, meetings held and over the course of months nothing was decided until it reached the ears of someone who could see that having an office collapse on the workforce wouldn't look good in the Daily Mail.
It was on the day David Bowie died that word came down from the Home Office that staff should leave, immediately, and were given thirty minutes to evacuate.
Think of the villains that passed through both ways. The previous structure played host to the first political asylum seekers, one or two a year. Later a young Dirk Bogarde remembered going with his father to meet the jewish refugee children. Just a station and port office, but a bit special.
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