Stargazer unravels a broad white feather of wake behind her.
Our last sight, of Scilly, is the slender finger, of the Bishop Rock Lighthouse; raised in warning, through the heat haze.
We stride across the Atlantic swell, towards the land of Finn Mac Coul. The Cruising Chute, bellied and taut, provides our seven league boots.
We are suspended between sea and sky, reeling off the miles to the Old Head of Kinsale.
We skim down its bare rocky flanks, in the dawn light; seeking out the harbour entrance, hidden amongst the green folds, of the rolling hillsides inshore.
We round the point, into the calm of Kinsale harbour. We've made good time. My first meal, in Ireland, is going to be breakfast, instead of lunch!
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Location:Scilly,,Ireland
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