A lovely recent cycle ride around the western half of the Île de Ré, through vineyards laden with intoxicating promise, past wild flower meadows, across causeways traversing salt flats and along seaside pistes frequented by a multitude of sea birds, avocet, oyster-catcher, herring gull, hoopoe, stilt, egret, swan, sacred ibis, and let’s not forget the humble coot crossing the road with incongruous gaucherie.
As I set up this site, it occurs to me that a number of posts are going to appear somewhat out of chronological sequence, but as long as they fulfil an evocative function, I’m not too concerned. I think I’ll persevere with it, and I may even catch up with myself. This visit in September 2016, so rich in discovery and rediscovery, led on to some interesting reading, notably of histories of the Medici, starting with Lauro Martines’ “April Blood”, an authentic ripping yarn brought to life by an historian equal to the task.
Hollyhocks, bicycles and proximity to the sea are the essence of the Île de Ré, albeit in a platitudinous nutshell.