Like an approaching boat under sail, you can’t hear the wake Guillemot.
A Guillemot moves through the water as silently as the tip of an artists brush on canvas, flowing out a wake of light behind.
Approaching our quiet boat, he paints his way along the glassy surface.
Very still in the cockpit, there is a last chance to hear the wake of a Guillemot...
Nothing.
A Guillemot moves through the water as silently as the tip of an artists brush on canvas, flowing out a wake of light behind.
Approaching our quiet boat, he paints his way along the glassy surface.
Very still in the cockpit, there is a last chance to hear the wake of a Guillemot...
Nothing.