Softly, Camaret stirs to life, on a sleepy summer's morning. Sun canopies are unfurled, to shade cafe terraces. Sails are hoisted, in hope of a sea breeze. Gin clear waters sparkle.
At the head of the harbour, the decommissioned sardine fleet contrives to continue the outdoor art installation theme. Which was started by the sculptural rock formations of Toulinguet (Ad Lib 58). With slightly more patina, slightly less paint, each season. In a process more resembling ripening than decay.
With the mellowed brickwork of Vauban's multifaceted tower as a backdrop. Its ornate architectural form belying a bellicose defensive function. (Deterring Nelson's Navy and other unwelcome guests, during the great age of sail.)
Soon, Stargazer's flags begin to stream. As the wind rouses itself to action. By midday it is innocently whistling, whilst surreptitiously backing from west to southwest, and building swiftly.
Beyond the breakwater, a scarcely perceived swell builds, in the Anse de Brest. Fully revealing its presence only when it encounters the slowly shelving beach sands.
Signalling that a substantial blow is marching toward Stargazer, from seaward.
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