THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

Now the Vostok, uttering wild, bellowing noises as it went, ran past a big, isolated bluff which rose out of the valley floor.  Then, quite suddenly, there was the Pacific, lots of it, greyer than the grey sky above, and with a Chinese-style sugar loaf hill rising above the coastline away to the north.  As the Vostok curled away to the right from the river a mass of merchant ships came into view.  Then it ran in behind the port warehouses with dozens of cranes rising beyond them and there were fleeting glimpses of ships moored alongside, piles of what looked like silver ingots, and behind a disused bus in an open lot a momentary view of some small boys puffing away at cigarettes.

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