Thirty knots, and more, of north east breeze, banish the grey cobwebs, of yesterday. Bringing the return of blue skies, to the Cherbourg waterfront.
The pavement cafes spring to life. Their clientelle attired more conventionally, for this early in the season, than of late.
White horses stampede, across indigo waters, coralled by the outer breakwater.
Stargazer is buried deep. In the lee of the Gare Maritime, at the root of a pontoon, head to wind. In a habour filled with boats which have run in, for shelter. That her cockpit is a sheltered sun trap, between lunch and supper times, is a welcome bonus. Whilst we await meteorological developments.
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