Posted by: brigid benson | August 18, 2010

Yo ho ho!

And a bottle of rum…

Found these pirates in murky weather on a windswept campsite in Brittany, France. Unsure about the neighbours, other campers kept their distance behind neat and tidy windbreaks.

Down the coast road I came across this granite ‘hippocampe’ – love that word, it’s French for seahorse – at Pors Guen where there’s also a megalithic passage grave, with a narrow chamber, on the shore.

In restless oceans, seahorses use their prehensile tails to cling on to seaweed. In ancient history, seahorses carried the souls of dead sailors to their final resting place. Now these wonderful, mystical creatures are in decline all around the world.

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