La Hirondelle 81

A gale of wind blows boiling clouds across the sky. Chasing the rains, which have so thoroughly (and successfully) tested Stargazer’s hatch repairs, away.

Rivulets run along the pathways, that cling to the sides of the darkly wooded creeks. Which could as easily be those of Daphne du Maurier’s Cornwall, as of Paul Gauguin’s Brittany.

PS. Lap top not responding to treatment. But phone photography and blogging looks to be possible. Until I can replace it.

Shipping one from the UK is complicated by post Brexit customs arrangements; whilst sourcing one in France, will result in a mains plug which does not work in the UK, or aboard Stargazer.