Gulls wheel above Stargazer as she basks, in the sunshine, against the rough stone of the ancient quay.
We had dodged the Bank Holiday rain squalls anchored amid the soaring serenity of Worbarrow Bay....
....joined for a night by Amelie Rose.
This morning a polite rap on the hull broke our tranquil spell. "It's the first of September today. The Lulworth Range has re-opened. Live firing commences in an hour."
I hurriedly hoist sail. We beat west against the tide, out of the Firing Range. The sea sculpted arch of Durdle Door frames a family picnicking on the beach, as we sweep by.
Stargazer leans to a jolie brise from the NW and romps over a sun spangled turquoise sea. The shock of my rude awakening is erased. I breakfast sat to leeward in the cockpit - the sun on my face, wind rippling my shirt, and a mug of fresh brewed coffee in my hand.
We carry our tack in through the open arms of Weymouth harbour mouth, and drop sail as the tall ship Pelican comes abeam.
Stargazer picks her way through the bustle of the fairway. Up past the lifeboat station....
....and brightly coloured potting fleet...
.....to The Cove. Children cast for crabs between the boats. Their parents wash fish and chips down with cool beer, legs dangling over the harbour wall. Time meanders elastically.
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Location:Cove Row,Weymouth,United Kingdom
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