On the Côte Vermeille
Cavaillon melon and jambon de Serrano, a creamy goat’s cheese melting onto baguette, a plump white peach and cherries from Céret. Sparkling turquoise waters lapping at my feet as gentle waves find their way into all the nooks and crannies of the rocks I am perching on. Passing yachts, divers, seagulls and kayaks. Pleasure craft with fishing rods at anchor. Rows of terraced grapevines, wildflowers, rosemary and thyme. Chateaux, fortresses and medieval watchtowers. The Pyrénées silhouetted, as their passage is halted by la mer. A light breeze, that will build in intensity, filling sails, as I look towards Cap de Creus and Spain. The phare of Cap Béar above me, a towering beacon, it’s rose marble emblematic of Roussillon.
A pause. A moment in time, encapsulated and preserved for winter days, as a reminder of the pleasures of summer, at their height…