The Furrow of Talbert
If you are driving around the Côtes d'Armor these days, I can only advise you to go as far as Tréguier and head towards Pleubian, in the Sauvage peninsula and its gusts of wind. while a magical place is indicated: the Sillon de Talbert or Talberv: it is a rather narrow tongue of sand and pebbles which advances up to three kilometers into the open sea. This furrow faces long swells and gives the feeling to advance to the extreme limit of the world so suddenly, we enter a domain of silence, of sudden gusts, of abandoned marine immensity. There are also magnificent dune plants, salicornia, mugwort, purslane or timothy. At its extreme point there are tern nests which must be avoided during the spawning season.
We discover several stretches of calm water offshore, almost purplish in the evening. The gloomy horizon of the sea encloses the whole place. This endless snake of sand, grass, rocks, pebbles and washed pebbles isolates you; we forget to the point of vertigo, human rumors. All that remains is the quivering of the wind, as if caught in an immense and invisible canvas, the monotonous slap of the waves.
Suddenly, we savor the deliverance from all external pressure and the trouble of absolute solitude. The water widens, breaks, tires, whitens, blackens.. The regular waves approach, absorb you, drown you, harass you, something wild and pale passes through you.
An immense raw blue sky forms an arena of emptiness. On one side, therefore, the still waters of the swamp zone, a silvery zone of still waters, then, the ocean with sudden rumblings and crashes on the other side.
From April to August, two species of plover (or little plover, a species of seaside bird) nest on the stretch of beach spared by the tide. Laid on sand and pebbles, the eggs of these rare little birds are undetectable and walkers risk stepping on them. There are therefore instructions to follow for traveling on the furrow during this period of the year.
