25 knots of Easterly breeze gusts up Poole Harbour.
There's a Siberian chill to it, that sucks the warmth out of the sun.
Undaunted, the Easter Sunday race fleets skud, over opaline water, among white horses.
The futuristic form of the fast cat slices up harbour, towards The Quay.
The Quay quiets the wind. In its lee the restless water relaxes; lies still, warming itself in the sun.
The Twin Sails bridge lifts its silver wings...
...and Holes Bay beckons.
The Bay is home to the RNLI...
...to watchful cormorants...
...and to Stargazer...
...freshly arrived, at her new yard.
Up river, wooded banks ward off the chill breeze.
Shuttered beach huts look on;
Kite surfers gambol, like spring lambs;
Pilot Cutters nod at anchor, like wise old seadogs;
And committed Racers, make for the sea.
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