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Sport 14: Autumn 1995

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In the largest of the ‘Gateway’’s multiple entrances, the hollow voice of the sea can be clearly heard. A flock of gulls flies, screeching, into the air. Bull kelp sways upon the surface of the ancient rock where limpets have already prostrated themselves in attitudes that speak eloquently of devotion.

Everywhere, camera shutters are clicking, preserving this moment of wild grandeur. The Captain peers through his binoculars and shakes his head in wonder. For once, even he is moved.