Some three-quarters of an hour later we passed Les Stevenets.  I believe we might have weathered them had we really made a serious effort to do so, but there was no need.  In this case, unlike that of Point du Raz, we had the option of going to leeward if we chose, and the skipper _did_ choose.  He had evidently had enough of close shaves for one day, and the moment he recognised that we should have another if he made the attempt to weather that group of rocks, he ordered the helm to be put up, and we passed to leeward of them, giving them a good wide berth.  We had no stomach for again viewing surf-washed rocks at such close quarters as we had been fated to do that day.