Clear blue water

 

With the receding of the flood water here in Kent (not without a few dicey moments in the past week; thank you all for the caring comments on the previous posts), it's time to think about the blue crystal waters that surround the French island of Porquerolles. This is the Mediterranean setting for the opening section of The Sea Garden.

 

With the novel due for publication in the summer, both in the US and the UK, I thought I would start offering little tasters as I did for The Lantern in the run-up to its launch. Indeed, that was the purpose of this blog when I started it three years ago: travelling hopefully in the South of France to give a sense of its background and entice readers to give the book a try.

 

Here, then, is the rocky south coast of the island, where the land fissures into narrow inlets known as "calanques". The water is the bluest you can imagine, pooling into turquoise at the feet of the cliffs. There is fabulous diving and snorkelling, all shot through with dazzling light. You won't see it there in real life, but this is where I planted my garden by the sea.

 

  The grounds ran down to the sea, through wind-twisted pines, crumbling rocks and the unexpectedly lush green of the bushes and trees that held fast to every scrap of earth. On a cliff to her right was the lighthouse. Now she understood the way the house sat on its land, with the open sea to the south and the rocky bay of the Calanque de l’Indienne to the south-west.  

                                                               From The Sea Garden