The piercing peeping cries, of an oystercatcher, cleave the stillness of the beach. Silent, save for the scrunch, of the sea's gentle surge, on the silver sand.
A light, pleasantly cooling, breeze ruffles the clifftop grasses.
While a family of seals forages, amid the weed-blackened rocks, of the Rushy Bay reefs.
Tranquility has returned to the isles.
Along the sheltered sun trap footpaths, of Bryher, the trees have begun to fruit. Autumn, with its gales, is on the horizon.
The Hallberg-Rassy Rasmus Styria, on a mooring, astern of Stargazer, begins her homeward journey tomorrow. In the lull, between storm Evert and a force seven south westerly blow, forecast for the latter part of next week. Tonight I dine aboard, with Martyn and Hilly, to toast our Scilly summer idyll.
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