Ad Lib 65

In tumultuous chorus the song of wind and surf combine. The tang of salt spray flavours the air.

Heightening the senses. Bringing colours to vivid life.

The full force, of this second gale, becomes evident on cresting the rise in Camaret's coast path.

Where the wind whips in unfettered from the southwest. Over the bulwark of Toulinguet. Across the wild Atlantic Ocean.

Driving, before it, the seas which have hewn the hard Breton granite into fantastical formations.

Thorn-studded, wind-stunted, scrub hunkers beside the path. Laying low in hollows and behind crags.

Underfoot, the path swoops downward. Soon it is possible to stand straight, without stooping and staggering to the gusts. The vegetation reaches shoulder height, becoming softer and more luxuriant.

Stargazer's skipper enters the sun-trap embrace of Porz-Naye's ochre cliffs. Swiftly shedding jacket and jumper. Settling on the shingle beach for lunch.

There to contemplate the weather outlook. For, tides are now coming fair in the Raz de Sein. The wind is forecast to drop fast. In fact, Stargazer must sail on the morning tide.