Stargazer romps along all day long, throwing white feathers of spray high in the air in sheer exuberance.
She revels in our 18 knots of jolie brise and swoops endlessly across
an ink blue swell marbled with white.
It's one of those sailing days which you wish will never end; although, if it has to, a sunlit and near deserted, St Peter Port is the place to do it.
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