The sound of ropes against their mast.
Now, I’m no seafarer, so I don’t know what the technical terms are for the ropes that run down masts. (Answers on a postcard?)
But, what I love, is hearing them tinkle against their masts as their boats bob in a blustery harbour.
I was lucky enough to live by the sea when I was in Ireland. So it was a sound I heard frequently and grew to love as much as the sound of rain on a tin roof.
And, if you happened upon a marina, such as the one in Malahide, the melodious diasapon was truly hypnotic.
Imagine, some people have probably never seen a boat, let alone heard their song.