An opaque white rime of sea fog clings to the spiders web, on Stargazer’s rail. It shrouds the anchorage.
Last night’s cloudless sunset foretold this heaviest of morning dews.
In a theatrical flourish, cliffs are unveiled. The curtain of mist swept aside. Setting the stage for a new day.
The sentinel crag, guarding the mouth of our bay, once more stands proud and clear.
The house on the hill luxuriates in its most spectacular of views.
And figures frolic, once more, upon the sands of Le Guerzit beach.
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