Paul and Viv come to stay with us at the beginning of May. They are en route to a destination on the Cote de Granit Rose where they have rented a gite to share with one of their daughters and her family. The last time they came to stay with us they were again en route to Brittany, to Saint Lunaire west of Dinard, where they would be celebrating the marriage of their son to a young French woman. On that occasion they were accompanied by Hilary, a long-standing friend who is a painter. Hilary fell in love with our house and did several preliminary sketches with a view to working a canvas for us. We are still hopeful and waiting……………..
But things have changed since Hilary made those drawings. One of the group of three Mimosa trees, the largest and most beautiful, which was a prominent feature in the painting envisaged, has since died and has been felled in stages. Nick is reluctant to take the former tree right down to its stump because it is useful for the hammock. But, coupled with the rusty coloured, diseased-looking deposit on the bark, this tree trunk is quite simply ugly.
Paul has an idea. Let’s take the chain saw and take off some slices to expose the naked wood beneath the bark. This done the effect is still stark and even though we hang a basket of Auricula from the top and place our lovely slate slab which sits on a metal basket thus serving as a ‘table’ for a coffee mug, a wine glass or three wooden mushrooms, we are yet a long way from a pleasing structure. We must think on……….. The suggestion box is empty.
We take a walk each day and our first excursion takes round La Hougue. This circular route never fails to please and is all the more enjoyable for its moments when you trace the fairly narrow fortification wall which skirts the fort and from which it is separated by a tidal moat. One afternoon we go to Pointe de Saire. We reach the region of the shore which I favour for shelling to the strains of a lone bagpiper. The tides are particularly low just now and the channel which normally separates the beach at this headland from distal offshore rocks has dried out. Wandering over the bed of this channel is like crunching over seabed and I see lots of painted top shells crawling about. They feed on the sponges which colonise the boulders which normally remain submerged during the majority of low tides. There are mussel beds on the seaward side of this outer rock outcrop. I had no idea they were here, but something to remember for future low shore forays.
Really we have come to this shore because Paul fancies a bit of shelling and in particular he would like to find a wentletrap, I think because they are beautiful and scarce. In the event wentletraps are not to be had but he and Viv make a collection of selected shells from this locality and this will be used as an assemblage to compare which what they might collect in Brittany.
The walk to the Point is made from the Pont de Saire and after our foray we amble back along the upper strandline, which has shelly drifts, to pile into the car and head for home. We have an invitation to aperos with the Poulets, which is a pleasant social interlude, to wrap up P and V’s visit. The following day they head for Brittany with not just their souvenir shells, but the rules and scoresheets for the card game Barbu which Nick and I are reliably informed will greatly please our niece who loves playing cards, and so do I.