La Hirondelle 43

 

Cool moist sand scrunches deliciously between my toes. As I explore the cove, off which Stargazer has anchored.

A brisk tide had ushered us through the islet studded inner Morbihan.

The breeze dormant; and forecast to remain so for the next several days. The sun radiating a humid heat, from behind a veil of cloud, which is just short of mist. 

As we near the entrance, at Port Navalo, the tidal swirls and eddies intensify. Stargazer's speed over ground rises from five, to seven, to ten knots. Her course zig zagging with the cross currents.

Until we are ejected, into a mirror calm Quiberon Bay. Where even the high speed Pogos are struggling to make way. This is a day for anchoring, not for passage making.

Ahead lies the crab claw island of Houat. Boasting the 'best beach in Brittany,' at its eastern tip. A scimitar of silver sand, which AIS suggests is already heavily populated; before the weekend boats have begun to arrive.

 But Stargazer has some local knowledge. A sheltered bay, recommended by our Vannes berth neighbours, Antigua (a local boat, in the Wauquiez Centurion mould, preparing to leave for Madiera; orca attacks, or no).

 The glow, of a golden pocket of sand, embraced between two outstretched granite arms, welcomes Stargazer to Beg Run Er Vilin bay.

Shrill cries, of chevron plumed oystercatchers, and the soft surge, of the sea on the beach, echo in its stillness.