The tide swirls out over the St Peter Port cill. All falls still within. The jostling scend, of our rising south westerly gale, is quelled. Leaving the wind whistling harmlessly overhead.
A small flurry of boats ran in, for shelter, as the breeze rose yesterday.
Amongst them High Barbaree. Her crew electing to make the most of the port's ten metre tidal range, whilst they are here.
By taking advantage of the scrubbing pad. Carefully keeping her long keeled hull heeled, as the water drains away.
To leave her leaning against the quayside. Protected by a row of super sized fenders, on loan from the Harbour Master's 'lost & found' store.
Until she settles on a concrete plinth. Set a little above the level of the cill. To permit dry shod access to her (normally) underwater areas. Yet retaining yard-brush-dipping access to water. For the purposes of speed-sapping green-growth removal.
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