Today's is a fair breeze for windsurfers. The low lying Ile d'Oleron allowing a twenty five knot south westerly, over its shoulder, to power their play. Whilst keeping the waters, off the beach, silky smooth.
Stargazer's next port of call will be on the river Gironde. Its entrance notorious, in any strength of westerly breeze. Stargazer must wait for a day with a breeze sufficient to carry her there ; but insufficient to stir up its overfalls.
A narrow lane, close set with houses, winds up to the village of St Denis. It is amiably shared by cars, pedestrians and cyclists. Where width permits, the walkers have their own white lined carriageway.
The road, and others, open onto a leafy square. Vallois the bakers at its heart. A free form queue, of baguette seekers, snaking out of its doors, across the street. Along with the smell of freshly baked bread.
A jocular voice, lost in the shadows of the bar next door, calls out a to a passing cyclist.
Hollyhocks scale sun drenched walls. . . . .
. . . .and stand tall in the shade of courtyards.
Everywhere straining colourfully skyward.
Immaculately groomed retirement, or second, homes. . . .
. . . . .rub shoulders with unreconstructed originals.
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Aboard Stargazer, a zero three thirty alarm is set. To check if the breeze is fair for a dawn departure.
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