The Côte de granit rose or Pink Granite Coast is a thirty kilometre stretch of coastline in the Côtes d'Armor departement of northern Brittany. It is a popular destination for tourists, and for photographers.
That's the tourist info.
For me the pink granite coast is the perfect location for a day out. It has glowing rose-coloured rocks along the shoreline, little rocky
islands in a Breton-blue sea, white-sailed boats and white-feathered
gulls, the smell of seaweed and of salt. It's a place for exploring
and for adventures and it reminds me of the seaside holidays in Cornwall that my family enjoyed when I was a feisty little kid, except that it's painted pink and has that certain French flair.
It's also one of the places that's sure to make me teary-eyed with
homesickness when I'm sitting in the office trying to unravel some
complex computer code.
Yesterday at work, taking a lunchtime break from thwarting Russian
spammers, I began planning a day out in Brittany. Which led me back to pictures of the pink granite coast and to memories of a day spent there almost five years ago.The 'new
love-interest' referred to was my current employer who was then in the
process of luring me back across the channel to embark on a new career
in internet security, I was unsure, the job sounded fascinating but
Brittany was my home...
July 23rd 2008
Yesterday was my birthday so I laid aside my books and studies, and my swotting
up on the dance steps for my new love-interest, and a friend and I set
out for a day of sight-seeing at Ploumanac'h up on the pink granite
Our first stop was a park full of statues that we happened upon by pure chance
This female figure was beautiful in her curvaceous and seductive pose....
and this one in grey granite that represents a modern-day menhir...
A nice thought, modern menhirs to reach out to the future
I wonder what I would inscribe on mine...
Snowflakes and flowers,
scallop shells and leaves, and a reindeer would be fitting.
The nearby port where boats bobbed in the fresh wind and the sound of
rigging striking wood was as musical as wind-chimes.
The sun was hot,
the air was thick with the scent of seaweed and iodine and salt.
Inspired, we decided to find a seafood feast....
Walking along a short section of the sentier des dounaiers,
the customs trail, and admiring the famous pink granite rock
formations. Some are obvious, such as the turtle, and a bottle, others,
well, I think that we see them differently through our own eyes.
I saw a finely-chiselled face gazing sternly out to sea, my friend saw a
whale below it...
A collection of phalluses, like those of the chubby cherubs in Renaissance art...
The day was very hot, the sky was Breton-blue and the sea...
I have never seen such a deep-blue sea.
After walking for an hour my nose turned pink and freckled, my feet ached and my throat was dry. We paused to sit in the shade, drink some water and to admire the view.
As we sat in silence I pondered.
I had a big decision to make...
To leave, or to stay?
And to go, which way?
I chose to return to England and to walk back into the corporate cage. It's been a long journey and, at times, a very difficult one. Happily I still have my house in Brittany, Fate has decreed that it remains mine, perhaps Fate knows what's best for me?