Sudden thundery downdrafts tax a windsurfer's reflexes, off Hamworthy Park. The board skipping, across eerily lit waters, on the ragged edge of control.
He sheets in, powering on, in level flight once more. As hailstones rattle down, like staccato bursts of machine gun fire.
White horses fill the harbour channel. Whilst tethered yachts tug restively at their moorings, off the beaches of Brownsea Island.
Stargazer's skipper retires below decks, for some passage planning. Optimistic that the still plunging barometer, racing clouds and intervening spells of hot sunshine, herald the arrival of a southbound weather window (see Ad Lib 42).
On the Quay, the police launch reels. Caught by a hammer blow gust, as she swings alongside.
A swift application of power, from the helm, together helping hands, from the shore, combine to salvage the situation.
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