21 July 2012
In the bleak mid-July, the sounds of Bristol Harbour collaborate to a seagull symphony, excited by this year's Harbour Festival and the prospect of prize pickings, the highlight of their greedy calendar. No doubt all their cousins and great great uncles fly in for the kill.
The silence of the rain and revellers at least have now rested. As the Sun, up she rises, my opportunity to slap some paint amidships, port and starboard. The best laid plans and a westerly breeze should allow me the chance to then slip away, onto land and up to the Cotswolds, away from the hubbub.
Six bells call.
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Sunrise 05:20 • Opuss № I