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Updated: May 10, 2025

The Nymph under all plain sail, our prize following in our wake, glided on past Southsea Castle the yellow beach, the green expanse of the common, the lines of houses and cottages beyond the Postdown hills rising in the distance, the batteries of Gosport and Portsmouth ahead, the masts of numberless vessels of all sizes seen beyond them.

William Henry Giles Kingston - Will Weatherhelm: The Yarn of an Old Sailor