We're anchored in the channel, between the south side of Valentia Island and the Kerry mainland, at Portmagee - tucked in just below the bridge.
To port are neat stone cottages.
To starboard; are ranks of potting boats, rafted out from the quay; moored below the colour washed houses of the village.
Fungi gave us a farewell fly past, down our port side again, well inside Dingle Harbour. He met us off the dredged channel; shot past, black fin and back above the surface; rolled under water, showing his pale underside; and vanished; leaving the spotter boats circling hopefully. He's a big dolphin - getting on for the length of Stargazer, and almost jet black on top.
Harbour Superintendent, John,(who was educating me in the difference between an Irish Curragh and a Scilly Gig - it turns out that John is an oarsman of some renown); said, yesterday, that Fungi rarely enters the shallow harbour. The last time, it was to avoid a pod of Orca, hunting in the bay.
I keep my eyes peeled for the tall, blade like, dorsal fins, of Orca as we reach, fast across Dingle Bay. There are 17 knots of breeze on our quarter; blue skies overhead; and Stargazer is enjoying a romp, over the swell, after a week in harbour. We harden up under the lee of Bray Head; the hollowed out, wave worn, south west tip of Valentia Island.
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