The weather was warm, with a South Easterly wind.

I have been trying for three years to sail from Christchurch to Poole in my little boat, but wind and tide have always been against me on the few predetermined times I can get down. Now we sailed gently all the way there and I swam in the sea.

There is a beautiful passage in The Way of Silent Love (from Carthusian Novice confessions that I am reading).

God is so close to us, around us, in us. The wind that caresses our face, the bud that swings, the mountain touching the heavens, an exquisite flower among the rocks, the immense sky, silence that trembles in its fullness, a smile, a look of love – all speak of the creator.