Sally Port

A beautiful port.
Dad said he must see Sally Port again.

Walking round Portsmouth we noticed that the livelihood of the local folks has everything to do with port ; fishing, trading, tourism, transportation...

Isn't it pretty? Sally Port is sweet and quaint. Look at the display of pots; so inviting and it is even more attractive if you peep in. Have tea...

Dad related that Portsmouth positioned at the southern most part has always been connected to emigration and immigration ; the British were known to have left the shores of England looking for greener pastures in America and Australia. In Sydney when we visited it in 2008, we were shown the place near Opera House where British convicts were sent to... they could have left through Sally Port.

Below the statues was a written reminder of the legacy left behind by those who left the shores of England for America ; nostalgic. Somehow sometimes in one's life there is a need to leave the homeland for survival. So we can safely say America is connected to UK through blood ties?

Along the port underneath the fort, we noticed that many openings were sealed.

However those that were opened have lovely scenario beyond the opening...

A lovely flint-stoned filled beach. Sun bathing is popular and the locals never seem to get enough of the sun; I take an umbrella everywhere to avoid the scorching summer sun...

We climbed a flight of stairs in search of a better view of the port...

Dad said he used to visit the spot...

The fort was once used as a spot to encounter the enemy; the structure told me so...

The place brought back memories for dad; he said not much change but noticed a few new tall buildings in the far end...

Beautiful, clear blue skies and seas; so pleasing to the eye...

So this photograph will be remembered...

Strolling further down the quiet town, I saw an interesting building...

I went closer and it read : Portsmouth Sea Scouts Headquarters... I thought Sophie Lau would be excited about it. She was crazy about scouting activities in her school days.

Indeed it was a pleasant morning walk along this still and west country place; the flowers are incredibly beautiful...

The girls holding tight to a used 'cannon' probably of no use today but only fit as a decor item along its street. When will their stories end? So many challenges they face; and they become mine at times. I pray for God's favour to be upon them as they mature into useful beings.

Sally Port; a point to reminisce.