The Camber is a picturesque combination of Old Portsmouth working quay, and leisure area, at the mouth of Portsmouth Harbour; fishing fleet, Isle of Wight Ferries, private boats in the harbour and stacked on the quayside. “Nice pubs and okay restaurants,” Jack would say. It was a warm evening, the buildings tinged red with the setting sun, and Mandy nestled into Jack, happy to walk, enjoying the moment. A girl, fifteen or so, dressed to kill, sashayed, ‘"Allo Jack,’ she tip toed, stretched and kissed him on his dodgy eye, ‘noyce t’see yer,’ and skipped off.
‘Close your mouth,’ Jack said. Mandy said nothing, she was processing information. ‘I love it here, the sight, the smell, the people, the real ones not the wealthy buggers in their matchbox townhouses.’
‘Admiring the view, Jack.’
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