This was to be the first of a sequence of early starts, as we were now aware we were approaching borrowed time. Back home, Lucy has sold her home, bought a property to let in Gilingham, and their household was packed and despatched to Oz, Leigh and Ale have found a house to rent in Deal, and my work are pressing me for dates in September. We have done our best not to let the need to make progress more important than taking time and having fun, but we are now effectively 'passage making'.  Accordingly we left at 0615, now still firmly in the centre of a large high pressure system, with not a breath of wind, so thank God for Mr Volvo and his reliable engine, which got us to Whitehills by 1515, straight onto the fuel berth for 86litres of red diesel.  (Digression on the Red Diesel Saga: All UK sailors are now well aware of the fuss over the use of marked diesel in leisure craft, now prohibited under EU law, but ignored by the British authorities, not least for the practical reason that harbours only have red diesel, intended for commercial vessels, at the lower duty rate. Belgian authorities have been boarding passing boats in their waters, checking the tanks for red fuel, and either fining the skipper or impounding his boat, irrespective of receipts etc. So now marinas sell fuel to yachts as 60:40 - 60% for heating at the lower rate and 40% for propulsion - notwithstanding the fact that Vega's diesel heater has not worked for over a year. Thank you, EU! Digression ends).  Whitehills has a rather tricky entrance, round two tight right angled turns, but was a very sheltered harbour, shared by fishing boats, resident yachts, and one pontoon for visitors, which was full (6 boats) by the late evening. We had excellent and friendly assistance from the harbourmaster with the diesel, for which we had to pay cash, as the harbour does not stretch to a card machine.  The HM said we could get cashback at the local (only) shop, which we did, and we set off for the restaurant above the Cutty Pub, as advised in the books.  It has been closed for many months, but we had a beer in the pub, and went in search of the Seaford Hotel, to find it has been closed for a couple of years! So that is it for Whitehills - one pub, one shop, one fish and chip shop (excellent) which we sampled that night.  Yet another old established fishing port in decline.