Slowly, slowly, a breeze begins to build. By midday, it is sufficient to send a French frigate skimming across. . . .
. . . .the St Peter Port paddling pond. Usually the preserve of pre-school Optimist sailors practicing their skills.
The forecast's prediction, of a passage-making easterly, by evening, had strained credulity in the early morning stillness. With Stargazer's shade awnings hanging motionless.
Hopes rise with the first zephyrs. Stargazer crosses the cill, into the outer harbour, as soon as there is the depth to do so. On the promise of a thermal ‘Vent Nocturne.’ To carry us to the Breizh (Breton) shore, overnight.
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