En France 44

The walk, into town, takes me along the beach. Where a fleet of catamarans are putting to sea.

Whilst a pocket cruiser nods at anchor, her crew ashore, picnicking in the dunes.

Out in the channel, a merchantman in ballast loiters. Waiting to be called up to Bordeaux, for loading.

My theory, that Le-Verdon-Sur-Mer comes to life for the summer high season (En France 40), is debunked  on arrival. But its redoubtable branch of E.Leclerc (supermarket) displays the same knack, as the U-Ship chandlery, for carrying stock exactly suited to my needs. I replenish Stargazer's depleted stores of chocolate-free, nut muesli (scarce in France), single-portion sized tins of lentils and my favourite 'basilic' (tomato and basil sauce) jars. Along with the usual fresh bread and produce.

There is a village fete atmosphere abroad, in Port Medoc, when I return. The square, on the quay, is thronged with people. Seated at tables, in animated conversation.

The tempting fragrances, of outdoor cooking, hang in the air. Food stalls, catering to all tastes, surround the benches and trestles. Buy your food and take a seat. All invited. 

I opt for couscous with a selection of sauteed vegetables, delicately spiced; and return for seconds.

My meal consumed as singers, of varying styles (and, it has to be admitted, talents) entertain, from a central stage. The occasional stray note, or screech from the sound system, somehow adding to the homely ambiance of the occasion.

All in aid of Les Sauveteurs En Mer. The French lifeboat service. May Stargazer never require their assistance!