The scend, of the sea, sets moored boats nodding, in Port Navalo.
Beneath the sentry eye of its green topped light tower.
Chocolate box cottages cluster . . . . . .
. . . . .around a silver sand bay.
With beach cafe.
A craggy granite point seeks to shelter the harbour, from the Biscay swell.
But today the sea shimmers and seethes. Shades beyond number, of blue white and silver, chasing continually across the contours of its surface.
A cavalry charge, of white horses, racing shoreward.
The sea is beyond quieting, by the Navalo harbour mole or its headland. And so the boats nod.
The wind is forecast to ease tomorrow. If to passage making proportions, Stargazer will sail on.
If not, the clifftop trails beckon.
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