Sunday summer sail

Through the haze the waterway opened out like an inland sea. 
Fish chopped the surface,  larger tailor smashing whitebait.
Approaching the bay,  took an admiring view of the volcanic sentinels before turning for the long run home. 
The promised change in wind direction did not eventuate, but the predictable tide was behind us all day. Even beating home saw us making good way over the ground and through the water. 

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