Sunday, 12 June 2016

Anchored beside that street on the seawall, just inside the Inner Bench Head. The sailing was easy, by all accounts a stolen passage. Fettle Shoal Waters lines here and there and, like rubbing a genie bottle, she moves under her own breath. A man that knows this coast must come back to it once in a while, and watch the sky melt into the sea...

2 comments:

Linda said...

Beautiful and serene photo!

Creeksailor said...

Thank you. Glad you like it.