Dandelion 135

 

An ethereal light bathes the saltings. Its purity strangely at odds with the black sky, from whence it comes.

Out in the Emsworth channel, a boat gently feels her way up harbour. Genoa drawing. The first of the flood beneath her.

In the fields, cattle graze. Beneath billowing clouds. Which speak of an unstable atmosphere. As does the morning forecast. Now predicting thirty knots of breeze, for both Monday and Tuesday.

Enough to persuade Stargazer, and her skipper, to squander two days' fair tides. By remaining within the shelter of Northney, until the breeze drops into the twenties. Which it may, by Wednesday.