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Updated: June 17, 2025
This wind will pile the water up, and the Race will be against us in the Gouliot. The sooner we're off the better."
"But, Monsieur Carré," cried the small girl remonstratively, "it would never have come in if Phil had not gone for it. It would have got smashed in the Gouliot or gone right past and been lost. And, besides, I do so want it." "All the same, little one, the Seigneur's rights must be respected. You'd better go and tell him about it and ask him "
That's something to be thankful for, under the circumstances. Brecqhou banging broadside on to that big black Gouliot rock would be a most unpleasant experience. How about the sunset cliffs of Sark?" "They're very much under a cloud. I'm afraid we must pass them for this time and choose a better. The cliffs indeed are there, but the sun is much a-wanting."
On that special afternoon, he had been lying on the green wall of the old French fort, enjoying that most wonderful view over the shimmering blue sea, with Herm and Jethou resting on it like great green velvet cushions, and Guernsey gleaming softly in the distance, and Brecqhou and the Gouliot Head, and all the black outlying rocks fringed with creamy foam, till it should be time to go along to church.
One glance at the black rocks below, now hidden by the rushing fury of the surges, now outstanding gaunt and grim, with creamy cascades pouring back into the roaring welter below, showed him how impossible it would have been for any boat to approach there. He plunged on through the masses of dripping ragwort towards the eastern cliff, and stood absorbed by the grim fury of the Gouliot Race.
The driven waves split on the western point of Brecqhou and came rocketing along the ragged black rocks on either side in wild bursts of foam. The Gouliot Passage was roaring with the noise of many waters, and boiling and seething like a gigantic pot.
You have courage, mon gars;" and I saw that I had risen in his estimation. "He swims like a fish and he has no fear," chirped Carette from her hiding-place. "All the same, bon Dieu, the Gouliot is no pond," and he looked through me again. "How old are you, mon gars?" "Thirteen next year." "And what are you going to make of yourself when you grow up?" "I don't know."
Even then they did not stir till nightfall. But after it was dark, they lighted bonfires upon suitable promontories, especially towards Brecqhou and the Gouliot channel, where snags are numerous, and gathered in their harvest in the morning. 'But, Drake interrupted, 'what on earth has that to do with 'Miss Le Mesurier? A great deal, as you will see if you listen patiently.
It was a very low tide, too, and every rock was bared, so that from the white spit of Herm it seemed as though a long dark line of ships sped northwards towards the Casquets. Brecqhou lay dark before us, and the Gouliot Pass was black with its coiling tide. A flake of light glimmered through the cave behind, and now and again came the boom of a wave under some low ledge below.
We sat there in the heather till all the glories faded save our own, till Guernsey and Herm and Jethou sank into the night till Brecqhou was only a shadow, and the Gouliot stream only a sound; and then we went down the scented lanes close-linked, as were our hearts. Jean Le Marchant was sitting in the kitchen with Aunt Jeanne.
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