Jeeez it was a rough night in old Dover. Grim in the docks, but they all seemed to keep going, how they did, well I just dont know. The waves were rolling and weaving and pounding the sea wall, while the rain powered downwards in biblical volume, rattling the tiles on the roof and washing across the main road. A night to be indoors and no mistake.
Considerable gusto needed to stick ones gob outside the window to get this shot..