The customs cutter is driven off its station, in the Channel. To seek shelter behind Cherbourg's outer breakwater.
It seems that Erin has taken a shine to the Normandy coast. Lingering, a week after her first arrival.
Although she expresses her affection in a strange manner: Forty knot winds and forty-five degree rain. With bursts of penitent sunshine between.
The forecasts suggest that she plans to move on soon.
Leaving light winds over the weekend. Which would suffice for Stargazer to make a short, tidally assisted hop, to Saint Vaast la Hougue. From where she would be in prime position, to take full advantage of the expected arrival of passage making westerlies, next week.
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