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.
Carlingford Lough, Ireland.
Carlingford Lough, County Louth, Ireland.
David Milligan-Croft
Thereisnocavalry 
I grew in the Dun Laoghaire area – this post resonates for me. Pun intended. HNY to you and yours David.
Thanks Sean. And the very same to you and yours.
I spend a lot of time around Sydney Harbour, I agree it’s beautiful and calming. Fantastic at night. Cheers
Is that where you live, Sue? I spent some time there about 10 years ago. Lovely place.
No I live at Shellharbour, a little south but I have 2 good friends who live on the Harbour and I spend a lot of time there gallery hopping in Sydney, usually by ferry. A very beautiful part of the world.