Zen Again 103

"Let me bring you songs from the wood:

. . . . Poppies red and roses filled with summer rain. . . .

. . . . .Greetings well met fellow, hail!

I am the wind to fill your sail. . . .”

(Songs from the Wood. Ian Anderson of Jethro Tull. 1976)

 Of the picturesque Benodet Bay ports (Lescoil, Loctudy, Benodet and Concarneau), Port La Forêt is the least frequented by foreign flagged boats. Tending to be the preserve of the French at leisure. Thereby adding a certain cachet, to its list of charms.

It lies at the head of a deeply incised inlet, within the wider bight, of Benodet Bay. The approach channel carves through a crescent moon of silver dunes.

Before winding its tree lined way inland, to the village. Protection from wind, wave and lightening strike is near complete. La Foret seemingly exuding a soothing influence upon humanity and the elements alike.

Upstream, of the dredged port approaches, the tidal basin dries, relatively speaking, to salt marsh and oyster (huître) beds. Leaving only a meandering stream, flowing seaward, at low water.

The forecast forty knot blow is now upon us, complete with sudden thunderous downpours, sporadic electrical discharge and long spells of bright sunshine. Stargazer secure in port; her skipper regaled with Breton shanties, in a forest glade. 

Photo Credits

La Foret and Stargazer location screenshot. Courtesy of MarineTraffic.com