A gauzy curtain, of sea mist, is swept aside by a briskly rising sun. Sleepy sailors emerge to sample the still air. Treading dew damp decks.
A swift flowing tide sweeps up the La Trinite channel. Sending out scouts to explore each rill, pool and harbour basin, as it passes.
It slaloms through the meanders beyond the bridge. Where the oyster beds, and the spider-armed flat bottomed craft, which work them, lie.
Past a group of gentleman's day sailors. Gathered for a Saturday morning get together on a marina pontoon.
Past cruising boats resting from their travels.
Below them, Armel Tripon's multicoloured IMOCA and a cluster of Class40's also put their feet up. Today's conditions insufficiently spicy for their tastes.
At the first sniff of a sea breeze, sails are hoisted, amidst a mass clicking of winch pawls. The starting gun, for the weekend, has been fired.
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