The Commodore Clipper steams up the Little Russel, past Havelet Bay. Inbound for St Peter Port, with a cargo of freight, passengers and cars; next stop Portsmouth.
Impish sunbeams dance their way along the gaunt battlements, of Castle Cornet.
Leaving a fleeting luminous trail, in their wake.
With a skip, they vault the Russel, to alight on Sark.
And carouse their carefree way, along its length.
In St Peter Port harbour mouth. . . .
. . . .a solitary French boat, slips into port. To be greeted by a watchful dory.
Before her lies the exotically castellated skyline; and all important, inner harbour cill, which keeps Stargazer afloat within. Its stonework visible, as ten metres of tide drains away, before it.
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