In Brittany, our childhood memories are populated by stories in which shipwrecks are commonplace, leaving bodies and souls the length of the Breton coasts. Our literature is full of romantic reveries before the splendour of the marine landscapes, such as the stories in which pirates posed a daily menace along our coasts, going so far as to provoke shipwrecks for their own profit.At the same time, in reaction to the taxes that were applied to various products, the vast Breton coast, with its rocky, irregular landscape, became the favoured place for the discharging of black market goods from Great Britain.

To remedy a situation that it considered intolerable, the French state instituted about 200 years ago a surveillance system that led to the creation of the customs trail. In front of our maison des Rimains, and in front of the Château Richeux, runs this trail beloved of hikers. The birds here are in paradise, the bushes offer perfumed refuges, the coast plunges here and there, and always on the horizon is the silhouette of the Mont St Michel.

Like watercolour paintings, each minute of the day brings treasures of light and colour to poetic souls, shades of blue, green, grey, mauve that cross a strip of light.