La Hirondelle 67

 

The west wind doth blow. Sending waves crashing onto the reef. As a cormorant looks on. Leaning into the gale, atop its pole.

A solitary windsurfer puts out from the beach. Smallest sail rigged. Blasting across the swell. Salt spray misting the air.

It is a day for Stargazer to stay snug on her berth. And for me to enjoy the sheltered streets of Piriac.

Whilst we await the return of more moderate conditions.