Air crackles with blue
behind black branch tracery,
smudged soft with pearl mist.
River heaves, white gull-speckled,
carrying my gaze seaward.
It was a glorious morning, misty but warm and springlike. The river was smooth as a millpond covered in drifts of fallen trees and tangles of dead branches and creepers lifted by the high tide from the banks, offering the seagulls a free ride part of the way back to the sea.
The Belem is back after a refit at her home port of Nantes, ready to take to the high seas again.