The French navy has sailed. Stargazer has stayed. The four am weather check showed our warps still to be straining; the forecast now advising of a delay, to the arrival of the lull.
In the full light of day, the clifftop wild flowers nod brightly.
Nestled cosily amid outcrops of bared rock.
By mid afternoon, the seaward parade, of white horses, has ambled away to pastures new.
Leaving an endlessly beckoning horizon.
And the prospect of eighteen to twenty knots of breeze, from the north, tomorrow.
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