Stargazer surfs through the harbour entrance, harnessing an easterly F6. I drop the double reefed main, in the lee of Sandbanks. We run into South Deep, under jib, to anchor, in mirror calm water, off Green Island.
Verdant foliage scrambles, precariously, down golden sandstone cliffs. Black mouthed caves beckon mysteriously.
Astern, beyond the narrow channel, cattle placidly graze on flat meadowland.
A day boat whispers past; silently exploring the maze of creeks.
I sit and watch as the sun goes down...
...and listen, spellbound, to Van Morrison incant "Into The Mystic," through my headphones:
"We were born before the wind,
Also younger than the sun,
Ere the bonny boat was won as we sailed into the mystic,
Hark, now hear the sailors cry,
Smell the sea and feel the sky,
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic."
Anchored off Green Island, my thoughts have turned to the Emerald Isle. I leave on a 10 week cruise, at the end of the month, bound for craggy Atlantic anchorages. Whether they will be Breton, Scillonian or Irish; time, wind and tide will decree - as we sail into the mystic.
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Location:Wilkins Way,Poole,United Kingdom
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