All along the coast of Brittany, the difference between low tide and high tide is pretty amazing.
When it’s marée basse, it’s time to look for small crabs, mussels and other seashells on the rocks. I’m always amazed by how pretty seashells are—light pink with a hint of mother of pearl, deep navy blue or pale grey. Watch your feet, though! Seaweed-covered rocks are slippery and it’s easy to get small cuts walking on clusters of mussels.
And then the tide creeps up, faster than you can probably imagine. Feng’s Great Wall of China was destroyed in a matter of seconds—and that’s without Mark’s help.
I claimed the water was too cold to swim but my dad (who himself only goes to the beach once a year) dared my sister and me to go, and, of course, I had to show off and get wet. The burden of being the oldest in the family.
The water was cold.
It was a pretty good day.
