Dandelion 15

 

The surf is up, off the shingle beach. A west wind whistles and roars, whipping it ever higher.

Kite surfers take to the waves. Skimming the shoreline. Leaping the breaking crests.

Speeding ballerinas, performing before a gallery of anchored ships.

Whilst we sailors seek sanctuary, behind the stone breakwaters of Le Havre.