I leave Stargazer secured alongside.
Setting out from the fishing harbour of L'Herbaudiere. . . .
. . . .in the cool of the morning.
Walking through an open arable countryside, dotted with cottages. . . .
. . . . . and farmsteads.
Wheat ripens in the fields.
A buzzard hovers on the thermals.
Sunflowers grow wild in the verges.
Houses once more line the roadside, as I approach Noirmoutier En Ile. The principal town of this peninsula cum island. (Historically linked to the mainland by a low tide causeway, latterly augmented with a permanent road bridge).
Hollyhocks clamber the telegraph poles.
Cyclists mill in the streets around the square. Hardly knowing which way to turn.
There is scenic reward at every corner.
Would-be cyclists seek guidance from waiting salesmen, in a state of confusion.
I have arrived amidst a Fete a Velo, sponsored by Radio Noirmoutier. Who are providing a musical accompaniment.
Down by the harbour, the mood is more reflective. The tide out. An eclectic collection of craft settled in the mud, Faversham Creek style, beside a remaining central ribbon of water.
Waiting, for the return of the sea, to grant them their freedom to rove once more.
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