Perhaps the bushy, shelf space consuming, form, in which celery is sold, explains its scarcity in French supermarkets. For, my salad staple is surprisingly hard to find, in this nation where good food is a way of life. One dependable source is the Loctudy Carrefour. My first port of call (after the Jegou boulangerie, about to close for lunch) upon Stargazer's arrival.
The air is as still as the water. When Stargazer slips lines, dead on high water, from Sainte-Marine.
For a four mile trip across the bay. Off a continuous sweep of silver sand. Which extends from the mouth of the river Odet to the village of Ile-Tudy.
By the time that Stargazer's lines and fenders are rearranged, into their, well rehearesed, covers-(almost)-all-evantualities arrival positions, we are off the chequerboard Perdrix tower. At the entrance to Loctudy harbour.
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