En France 38

 

Off the craggy tip, of Oleron, a deep laden taker reels toward Le Palais, across the Biscay swell : La houle.

Safe inside the surf line, which marks the reefs, a sailor lies snug at anchor. Local knowledge and (I suspect) a lifting keel required!

Here the granite underpinnings of the peninsula are laid bare, by the Atlantic waves. Creating a strange inter-tidal landscape. 

The habitat of the Sunday 'peche a pied' devotee.

Who scours the rock pools.

And digs deep, amongst the sediment.

The sea is glassy. The weather in a hesitant mood. Towering black clouds mass, momentarily, in a blue sky, before scurrying away apologetically. 

Leaving the sun to blaze down upon the beach at St Denis. 

Aboard Stargazer, the alarm is set for tomorrow’s dawn wind check.