Whistler's Sea-scape

After four hours sleep it's my watch again: 7am.
The pearlgrey water and mist surround us , cocoon-like. Silent and perfectly calm. Brightly black and white, guillemots in flocks of four of five skim the glassy surface in undulating flight. Pairs of Gannets follow. They seem to be cut out of cardboard, their white wings dipped in ink at the tips. And their crayon-yellow heads the only spot of color in this Whistler study in greys, black and white.

We motor-sail with and against tides. And hold watch in this inkwash sea-scape til we tie up at Howth, outside of Dublin at 8pm.