After Christmas excesses it is good to walk and with our lovely coast there is variety and interest always. A walk round La Hougue is always a pleasure although I see that with the passing of years – we have been here for nearly twelve years – the most seaward stretches of that circuitous wall are narrow. Time’s coming when I think it will be sensible to go with a companion. I love going to Pointe de Saire because this is a honey-pot for shell collectors and it is rare that I do not find a wentletrap or two when I rake over the shell-rich deposits which get left in drifts against sand waves and banks. The point is a place of high energy; the rise and fall of the tides, together with the rip currents which run round that headland and through the channel between raised areas of granite outcrop are continually lifting and redepositing the shelly sands and gravels. Bedforms are reconfigured and new shapes are created and strandlines are recast in diverse patterns. Garlands of shells lie in the narrow and shallow runnels between sand waves and ripples. The sea is the ultimate sorter, it is a subtle process.
Just before New Year we shared a delightful interlude with Tanou and Jean-Pierre. They are great gamers, of the Scrabble, Barbu and other card games ilk. We were invited to late afternoon tea with goodies that they had bought at one of the excellent Christmas Markets that take place in Alsace. In recent years similar events have started to take place in the UK. The Natural History Museum hosts such a seasonal market and an ice rink is installed alongside and the sight of skaters as I hasten to catch an Underground train after an afternoon meeting of the Conchological Society is one of those key moments with which I associate the impending festival. Walking home from their home, ‘La Bouillote’ :D, we pass a house whose front garden features small trees which have been garlanded with baubles and an engaging sign on the gatepost which reads: “Here lives a happy retired person”.
Walking back to my parked car after an expedition to Pointe de Saire I was looking for possible new sources of shell-rich strandline to browse. There were certainly distinct drifts of seaweed, with the sea’s most recent delivery of shells, to scan for unusual species. But what I noticed in particular were the right (i.e. convex, lower) and the left (i.e. flat, upper) valves of Pecten maximus scattered across the upper shore, like so many open fans. Lovely.