Bordeaux Harbour, in the Baliwick of Guernsey, surveys Herm, across the Little Russel channel.
The walls are jutting igneous injections of hard granite. Moulded from molten magma, millennia ago. Impervious since, to the steady onslaught of winter seas.
Multiple surrounding reefs are home to lobsters and crabs. The harbour to a small fleet of their hunters.
Rock strewn approaches are guarded, from historic marauders, by Vale Castle. Whilst the hillside, which it tops, wards off prevailing winds, from the south and west.
Whitewashed cottages and luxuriant foliage bask in the resultant shelter. Sea bathers stroll, from their hearths, across the soft sands of the beach.
Here, the still waters, in which shoal draft boats study their shimmering reflections, are swiftly sun-warmed. For they do not run deep.
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