The morning has a Swallows & Amazons quality to it. Voices are raised in excitement as boats put off. There are hand waves and laughter. The waters are still. The scene is lit by an ethereal silvered sunlight.
Filtered by a thick sea fog, which devours Ramsgate's rooftops and dallies amongst its quays. A North Sea haar. Born of the meeting of warming spring days and winter cold seas.
The Sunday race fleet, of the Royal Temple Yacht Club, cast off. In the hope that the visibilty will clear and a breeze fill in.
They are in luck on the former, but not the latter. Drifting, with the tide, from the moment that the starting gun fires. Unable to complete their course. But happy enough, as they congregate convivially back on the pontoons, to have spent a morning afloat. Shooting, at least, the verbal breeze.
Tomorrow is forecast to bring more wind and a fair, afternoon, tide south. Stargazer lies ready.
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