Fri 24.8.12. Rade de Brest. Le Fret.
There's a Basso Profundo roar overhead from the wind; a Baritone grumble, from the anchor chain, on the bow roller; and a Soprano squeak from the dinghy, as it nudges the counter.
The gale is on us. A world of greys envelopes Stargazer. A tern alights on the flagstaff. A heavily built steel schooner runs in for shelter and anchors behind us.
There's a good lee here. Anglers brave the rain on barely ruffled seas.
The bay protects us SE through to SW, Le Fret breakwater SW through to NW.
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Location:Route de la Pointe,Roscanvel,France
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