Two familiar sights greet my eyes, as I open Stargazer’s washboards, to welcome the new day. Those of The Albion House Tavern, with the Town Church peering over its, freshly scrubbed, lime washed, shoulder; and of Soizic.
With her distinctive white dove silhouetted on the bow. Companion of a gale bound fortnight, in Brest, at exactly this time last year. We have both decided to ensure that our returns, from a summer in Biscay, are a more leisurely affair this year. By starting for home (Soizic’s is Dunkerque) rather earlier.
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