Thunder clouds well spectacularly above the waterfront. Shafts, of an ethereal light, piercing the billows of grey and black.
Beaches are transformed, momentarily, into shimmering silver scimitars.
To seaward, the Ile de Batz is yet basking, in warm May sunshine, beneath blue skies. The tide well risen in the channel, between it and the mainland. Only the largest of the outcrops, which dictate the design of the freight ferry (yesterday's post), showing.
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The day ends on a disappointing note: This morning, a distressed near neighbour begged the loan of Stargazer's scissors. To fashion an urgently needed sail patch. On my return, our neighbour has left, without returning our scissors. A rare breach of trust, in an environment where cruisers routinely help one another, without question. May karma catch up with the wretches.
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