Dandelion 68

 

Startling me, the Merlin silenty rises, from amid the stones. Banks steeply and skims low over the scrub. On rapid beats of palely barred wings. The falcon's meal left bleeding, beneath the mighty cap rock. (Centre of picture)

I retreat, but the hungry raptor does not return. My vigil gives pause, to fully absorb the scene before me. The lichen stained stones, of the Dolmen de la Planche a Puare. The Atlantic rollers, sacrificing themselves upon the Pointe de la Gournise reefs. Wind roar and birdsong mingling in the salty, pine scented, air.

Despite the sound and movement, it is a place of stillness. In which to ponder the intent, of the ancient stonemasons, who erected this enigmatic monument, mausoleum or tabernacle. And many of its like, across European shores.

At the foot of the cliff below, a Cormorant contemplates stormy seas. Wondering, perhaps, when conditions will ease. For the north wind, of Stargazer's arrival, is still rising.

A similar question is on my mind, as I return to Stargazer. For the cruising roulette wheel has spun again, to a new two word command: 'Une Regate.' A regatta arrives, in Port Joinville, on Monday. All visitors must leave, to make space.

If the breeze remains strong and northerly, Stargazer may have to return south. Rather than round the tip of Noirmoutier, due north of us. Our preferred option. A dawn forecast check will decide matters.