La Hirondelle 13

 

The season is on the march. Like the swirling boiling skyscape, which scurries by overhead. Trees are clad in fresh green leaves. Whilst quayside strollers shed their layers, promenading in short sleeves. My mystery illness is on the change too: from incapacitating cough, to more tractable sneezing. 

A far cry from the travails of the tumultuous Liberation Day finale. Cloudburst, concert and firework display combined. The latter observed by, either a few hardy souls, able to withstand conditions; or those of us, fortunate to be moored, with sheltered ringside seats.

This morning, at high water, I brought Stargazer over the cill, into the outer harbour. For tomorrow's forecast is that the wind, stuck stubbornly in the west this past week, will veer north.

Significant tidal assistance is available, throughout daylight hours, on Friday. Courtesy of a combination of the Channel Islands gyre and the coursing currents west of Les Heaux d'Brehat. With the caveat, that being in the 'right place, at the right time,' is critical to benefiting from their power.