I row into La Chambre on a glassy morning. The May sun chases off the last tendrils of sea mist as it clambers high into the sky.
A sentinel cormorant, perched on a stone battlement heaped with popping weed, guards the sinuous channel.
Yesterday I had planned to take today's flood tide inland to Lezardrieux. My morning row, amid the tumbled dice of Granite Rose, changes my mind.
I row back, past Stargazer, her flags momentarily fluttered by a zephyr of breeze. She nods gently as I pass - as if to agree that this is a day for dinghy exploration.
I skim, on clear clean water, above the rocky shallows which lie between the crags sheltering our anchorage.
Ruddy Tors, pierced by blue sky tower above us.
I run the dinghy ashore and feel the cool firm sand scrunch between my toes. On the beach I meet a Belgian crew who tell of an island anchorage east of Cap Frehel.
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