Rubbed down both spine hinges. 25mm colour pencil mark on rear cover. Diagrams on end papers. 8 pages colour illustrations, b&w text illustrations. Covered in PVC plastic.

There are many berths in Table Bay docks. For each of these berths a harbour pilot will have a store of experiences, some interesting, some exciting and some funny. In the pages which follow I have set down a number of my own, commencing in the newer parts of the harbour and working back along the wharves to the place where ships first lay here in shelter. To me, the fascination of this port lies in its ability to lure my mind back through the corridors of Time. I have seen this old bay in many moods. I have seen it full of menacing seas, roaring in under the lash of winter gales. I have seen its waters grey, green, blue, black and silver. I have even seen it pink, but for that you have to get up early in the morning and put the City at your back. If you do, you may be lucky enough to see that pale pink sea, with mountains of deep purple over in the east. That is the Hottentots Holland range, behind which the rising sun still skulks. His first blinding ray will repaint your surroundings in the twinkling of any eye, and before the day is done the whistling wind may bring another change. This is Table Bay. If you have a taste for variety, there is no place like it.