A carefree, colourful, cavalcade, of sailing school catamarans puts to sea.Well reefed.
" Bonjour Monsieur....... nos photos, figureront-elles dans Le Telegramme de demain?" The children call up to me, laughing and striking poses. Intruigued, no doubt, by the strange version of French, that their enquiries are answered in.
Stargazer's skipper is comfortably perched, upon the boulders of Piriac's outer wavebreak. Watching the exuberant entourage rigging up, on the beach below.
Beyond the protective bulwark, the wind whistles and white caps speckle the waves.
Forecasts suggest a possible sweet spot, in tomorrow's weather. With the strong winds abating, throughout the day. Before several days of calms set in.
The only snag is that, in order to clear Piriac's cill, Stargazer will need to leave whilst the breeze remains brisk. Trusting that it drops, during our passage.
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