The Circle Completed

The morning dawns slowly. A black sack with the pulsing beam from the Fastnet Rock Lighthouse becomes sky and The Celtic Sea. Then they separate into gray and black and the horizon appears. The light pales, shades of gray lighten. Woolly sky, silky sea. A short burst of rose-vermillion at sunrise. Should “sailors take warning”? Then gray settles in again. A muffled, liquid world. Dolphins glide by, Gannets soare soundlessly overhead . A perfect morning.

As storms whirl up force 10 winds further north, must be a different planet entirely, we pass the rock-solid lighthouse on the Old Head of Kinsale. We cross our path, the circle is completed. It was here we headed out on the third of August, 2005, 11am, to brave the Bay of Biscay and see the world.
At 10:30am we’re once more alongside the outer pontoon at Kinsale Yacht Club Marina. Not quite the same sailors who left here a year ago.