A dull day to herald our second Island visit, this time to the Capital City of the Azores, but nil desperandum there were stacks of Gulls on offer so no prizes for guessing my direction.
This
fine 3 master reminded me of my days as a Boy Seaman when learning the
various parts of sailing vessels. One tail that stuck with me was that
of the DOLPHIN STRIKER (the arrow like appendage pointing downwards from
the bowsprit) part functional, part superstition. In the days of sail
Dolphins were so revered as 'good luck charms' by mariners that they
were often concerned they would come to grief swimming so close to the
bow while underway. To prevent this a Dolphin Striker was rigged to
lightly tap the creatures on the head, steering them clear of the vessel
and presumed danger.
The mist and drizzle slowly cleared.
Yet another Leviathan.
ISLAND CANARY
One of the Sea Clipper Fleet
Again I'll leave the Gulls until such time as they can be checked.
COMMON TERN
TURNSTONE
A few more CITY shots
Heading for the open sea and the final leg of or journey.
