A jutting ring of granite, and a silver sand beach, form the walls of Guernsey's Bordeaux Harbour. The height of the island providing a perfect wind break, to the west.
My vantage point is the keep of Vale Castle. Built to prevent landings, by would-be amphibious invaders, at either Bordeaux or St Sampson.
Small craft, able to take the ground, bob in the bay, below. Which dries at low water. The two resident pot boats have taken advantage of high tide, to make their sorties to sea.
A slipway, formed of 'stepped' oblong cobbles (to give grip, when wet) winds, in an 'S' bend, through the natural sea wall. Following a wave worn gulley.
Whitewashed cottages crowd down to the water's edge. Their occupants, from time to time, strolling, ready changed, to the beach, for a cool-off swim. Whilst children plunge from the sheer sided crags, which surround the slipway.
Beyond the protection of rocks, and the island's lee, wind and tide churn the waters of the Little Russel white.
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