As the tide falls, ridges of rock rear, like black scaled crocodiles, from the tranquil surface, of Glengarriff's waters. Small boats lie moored, in limpid pools, between them.
A silver mist sparkles in the air. It shrouds the mountainsides, above the cove; and lends the dark green, of the wooded shoreline, a deeper lustre.
Stargazer is anchored in the lee of....
... Friar island, to the west, and Bark Island to the south.
As I re-stitch Stargazer's spray hood, up on deck; I'm hailed, across the still of the anchorage, by Jack and Rose; aboard the Rassy 46, Tangaroa, out of Dun Laoghaire.
I row over for a morning of cruising tales and freshly brewed coffee; before they weigh anchor for Schull (pronounced 'Skull').
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