Stargazer makes her multicoloured landfall on the Cote de Granit Rose.
A world of ruddy-brown wave smoothed rocks.
Sculpted into curvaciously organic forms.
Shortly after sunrise, Stargazer sailed from Roscoff. Her decks beaded with autumnal dew.
We stike out across the crag studded Baie de Morlaix. Some are marked. . . .
. . . .others are visible according to the rise of tide. Which is falling fast. A whole nine-metre-spring of it. Stargazer with a depth constrained destination in mind.
Her skipper is therefore relieved to sight the protective ring of shoals, which shelter Trebeurden from wind and swell, shortly after an elevenses pot of coffee.
For, the breeze has taken longer than anticipated to fully wake from its overnight slumber. Slowing Stargazer's progress.
Consequently, the sands of Ile Molene's beach are extensively uncovered, dotted with dinghies, out from the mainland for an adventure picnic, by the time we glide under its lee.
Stargazer crosses the harbour cill shortly before its flap gate is raised, to seal the retaining wall.
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