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The tide swirls out over the St Peter Port cill. All falls still within. The jostling scend, of our rising south westerly gale, is quelled. Leaving the wind whistling harmlessly overhead.

A small flurry of boats ran in, for shelter, as the breeze rose yesterday.

Amongst them High Barbaree. Her crew electing to make the most of the port's ten metre tidal range, whilst they are here.

By taking advantage of the scrubbing pad. Carefully keeping her long keeled hull heeled, as the water drains away.

To leave her leaning against the quayside. Protected by a row of super sized fenders, on loan from the Harbour Master's 'lost & found' store.

Until she settles on a concrete plinth. Set a little above the level of the cill. To permit dry shod access to her (normally) underwater areas. Yet retaining yard-brush-dipping access to water. For the purposes of speed-sapping green-growth removal.

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Stargazer's decision to set sail is swiftly taken. On Wednesday, over her skipper's supper. After the evening forecast update is issued. In which the cards, of the weather forecast pack, have been well and truly shuffled.

Thursday afternoon's thunderstorms have been cancelled, to the north if not on the Breton shore. With the big Bank Holiday blow brought forward to midday Friday. Stargazer sails from Treguier an hour before dawn, on Thursday.

Bursting from beneath the darkly brooding river banks into the more open waters, of the Jaudy estuary, as the sun rises.

Greeted there by ten knots of breeze from the west. With just enough south in it, for us to lay the channel on a single tack.

By midday, Stargazer is abeam the Roches Douvres reefs. Feeling the full force of the west going tide. Which runs hard, hereabouts. But less slowed by it, than her skipper had feared.

The southern shore of Guernsey is within sight, ten to fifteen miles off, by the time a mid-afternoon pot of coffee is brewed. Les Hanois at its western tip (left hand side.)

Stargazer is swept east and north, by the turn of the tide. It sucks and surges, stirring whitecaps, as we round St Martin's point, close in.

The Little Russel channel opens before us. Marked by the Brehon Tower. All breeze now blanketed by the high-set islands (Guernsey and Herm) on either hand.

Sparkling like jewels, backlit by the soft light of a setting sun, the towers and minarets of St Peter Port straggle up its steep hillside. Which will be Stargazer's bulwark, in the stormy days to come.

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Treguier returns to its mediaevel roots (see Ad Lib 135) on Market Day. Its streets thronged with hawkers and travellers. Bargains are demonstratively struck. Vendors loudly tout their wares; and their customers respond with equal vehemence.

One seller is momentarily taken aback, by an unusually argumentative client. Seemingly bent on setting the world to rights, rather than on making a purchase.

By and large, would be patrons are keen to make a purchase. Perhaps after savouring a small sample of the goods on offer. Then to move on swiftly.

Along this modern day pilgrim's trail. Which fans out across the flat land atop the riverbank. . . .

. . . .and scrambles up steep cobbled streets. With stallholders seizing the opportunity, of any lull in their brisk trade, for a swift lunchtime snack.

At the hill's summit, two flamenco guitarists strike up. Sitting on the stone flags before the cathedral door. Weaving intricate melodies, tapping toes, eyes locked. Together elevated to a higher musical space. 

An appreciative audience soon forms. Some circle the duo, applauding between numbers. Cobbles defeat several who would dance. Still others, soak up the rhythmic feel-good aura subliminally. Whilst setting about the serious business of shopping, Wicker baskets at the ready.

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As a breed, sailors are most particular about their weather. Although far from agreed upon what represent ideal conditions.

Today is, all but, windless. Yet it has suited those who either prefer to motor; or who are forced to do so, by a pressing deadline. Able to make progress in any direction, at a predictable speed, governed only by the tide. Accompanied by a fog of diesel fumes.

Tomorrow, a light south westerly, by morning, gives way to thunderstorms, with their risk of lightning strike. Plus a warning of forty knot gusts from the east, in the afternoon. Which will suit neither sailors nor motor-sailors.

Thursday is shaping up to be similar. But it is too early to be absolutely sure.

By Friday, a passage-making westerly is probable. The vanguard of a stormy weekend. As befits a British August Bank Holiday. The tides, by then nearing springs, running predominantly west during the day. Making a northerly course the most viable option.

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Strong squalls set the trees swaying. The occasional gust spilling down to set Stargazer straining at her lines.

Like Sir Francis Drake, with his apocryphal Plymouth Hoe bowls game, we must bide our time, until wind and tide serve our purpose.

Whilst taking full advantage of the services on offer from both a nearby laundrette and a supermarket.

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Treguier boasts three bridges for its two rivers (see Ad Lib 135)

Immediately upstream of the marina, are the sturdy stone arches of Le Pont Canada. Minus the original central swinging section. Sabotaged, to impede the nazi invader, during World War ll. Now the preserve of anglers.

It was replaced, in the fifties, by a fixed span. To carry both foot and road traffic across the Jaudy.

Whilst the Guindy's bridge is a pedestrian only affair.

Which caters for hikers. Following the trail which runs along wooded banks. In part following the bed of the former rail link to Paimpol and Lannion. To either side of the Presqu' Ile Sauvage (Wild Peninsula).

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Barely a breeze stirs beneath the high wooded banks of Treguier. Ten nautical miles inland from the granite toothed mouth of the river Jaudy.

Here, the low autumn sun bursts ready risen from the tree tops. Long after daybreak. With a bright-eyed stare. Skipping the soft honey tones of dawn, in its hurry to regain time lost to its lie in.

It casts long shadows as it bolts down a breakfast of dew drops. Which lie scattered across Stargazer's deck, until beyond mid morning. A reminder of the season's march.

Off the coast of Peru, 'the strongest ever recorded El Niño' event has been triggered, by elevated temperatures. Come to colour our weather now and for the next year. Sparking much speculation, in the press, and some consternation amongst seafarers on passage.

Memories of last August’s storm-bound ten day stay in Cherbourg . . . . .

. . . . .quickly followed by an enforced fortnight’s sojourn, in Le Havre, during September, spring to the forefront of Stargazer's skipper's mind.

With the wind in the east, for the weekend, our immediate navigational choices are limited. Particularly with its strength forecast to be on the high side.

Both the Baie de St Malo ports (red route) and the Channel Islands (green route) lie to Stargazer's east. (Stargazer is the blue dot, arrowed in yellow.)

Stargazer's routing decision is a question of watching and waiting. To see how the breeze settles, after the blow is over. Then, of assessing tide timings, relative to daylight hours, at that point. With a wary eye kept on how the long range forecasts are shaping.

Picture Credits

El Nino screenshot; courtesy of BBC News

Baie de Saint Malo basemap; courtesy of Google Maps