The spicy fragrance, of toasted hot cross buns, fills my nostrils. The song, of myriad marsh birds, fills my ears. A peace settles over me.
The whispering north easterly breeze flutters the flag at Stargazer's cross trees.
It spills over the top of the mud walls, which surround us, leaving the water barely ruffled. The cockpit warm and still.
We are at an anchor in the tranquility of, what we call, Godwit Creek. Poised, at the mouth of the Medway, to catch the ebb tide out of the London River.
This morning, once the sea fog lifted, we beat down river. Tweaking our new mainsail. Checking rig tensions. Learning to use the new instrument displays. Enjoying the magic of being under sail once more. A shakedown cruise ahead of us.
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