Pornichet is twenty first century Breizh. Unashamedly man made, in a modern style. Low rise blocks line a four mile crescent of beach. Protected, from the Atlantic swell, by an encircling ring of (natural) reefs and islands.
The original drying harbour, protected by 'the old mole,' lies immediately off gently shelving sands.
The marina is further out, in deeper water. Reached by a low bridge, which strides across the, low water, rock pools.
To the east of which, lie a line of traditionally styled buildings. Set amid scotch pines.
The marina is home to a fleet of J80’s. Which sail on and off their berths, in the farthest corner of the complex, carrying goggle eyed trippers.
Today, the schooner Le Foudroyant is in port. Slotting neatly into a finger berth. After much deft manoeuvring.
Tomorrow, wind willing, Stargazer plans to sail west. In search of a port, in which to enjoy the Quatorze (Bastille Day, fourteenth of July) celebrations. With the sun shining, and all of France savouring the prospect of a long weekend, berths are likely to be in short supply.
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