We are in St Malo tonight. Fifty nautical miles to the south east of the Ile de Brehat anchorages. Our intended destination.
We left Paimpol to find a fine passage making breeze out at L'Ost Pic. Twenty knots from the west. An urge to stretch our sea legs overcame Stargazer and I, after our week in port. This felt like a moment to be seized.
Ten minutes with the almanac confirms that the tide will turn in our favour as we sail - and that, by our estimated arrival time in St Malo, there will be enough water to get in. The wind strength builds as we fully clear the lee of the land. By the time we pass Cap Frehel we are on a dead run, under full main and no jib, in twenty five knots of breeze.
The Grand Jardin lighthouse, guarding the reefs off St Malo's entrance, glows in the evening sun. It was visible two hours ago. Standing like a vesta's match on the rim of the horizon. Now it towers above us, plain and clear. We gybe our way down the dog legged channel. Refreshed.
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