By dawn, Stargazer and her skipper are back amid the craggy granite of Breizh (Brittany). Where they belong. The sun's first rays striking the Triagoz reef tower, up to starboard..
To port, Les Sept Iles are shrouded in a smokey veil of morning mist. Stargazer slips through the channel between the two. Glad of full daylight for the task.
The Vente Nocturne has served us well. Greeting Stargazer, and a fellow traveller, off the southern shore of Guernsey yesterday evening.
Gently ushering us into a sunset. . . . .
. . . .of burnished, beaten copper.
An almost full moon is with us through the night. Silhouetting dolphins as they bound along its silver path, beside Stargazer. With soft breathy exhalations and playful splashes. Overhead, stars swirl, in their infinite profusion.
Until extinguished by a brightening, from beneath the horizon.
The sun is preparing to rise once more. Gilding Stargazer's sails.
Climbing steadily into the sky. Overwhelming the Vente Nocturne with its power.
Stargazer steals into Roscoff carried on the last gasping breaths, of the night breeze.
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