On the quaysides around us, Paimpol awakes - in a leisurely manner.
Last night's packed harbour has emptied, with the morning tide. Stargazer, still well fendered up, has the visitors' berths almost to herself.
Peace pervades the pontoons. . .
. . .and quaysides.
A show unfolds on the fishing dock. An Outremer Forty Five is being lifted out. One of the original year two thousand, Gerard Danson, designs - whose looks I always rather admire. Sleek and wind cheating, with a hint of UFO to the cabin top.
All eyes are on the unfolding drama. As her seven tonne weight is gently lowered, ominous groans echo across the port. There is a flurry of activity under the stern of her starboard hull. Worried faces peer.
Fortunately it is the stacked wooden planks, which she is being lowered onto, protesting - and not the hull. Solid wood baulks are positioned in place of the planks.
She settles onto her supports. In silence. The lifting strops are released. Breaths are held. . . . . . . unnecessarily. The ending is a happy one.
Paimpol harbour relaxes back into reverie.
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