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MARTOLODED PLOUGERNE
Grouping of owners of traditional boats of Plouguerneau (Finistere northern, Brittany) (traduction informatique à prendre sous toute réserve)
Le SAINT PAUL, sloup goémonier Le Got of Koréjou (1959)
 1) Birth and rebirth of ST PAUL I grew on right bank of the River mouth Benoit, in the wood of Roual with Lannilis.
I grew before being born.
My twinges, my curves swelled, and springs after spring went up towards the sky. In me flowed the power of the ground, that of water, the air and of the sun, in me the sap went up and already I became merry.
Many years later a warned?il, expert, wise and quiet came to choose me. Soon my skittle fell down on the rich person feeder compost. We were at the winter, just at the moment when the moon is favorable.Mon stem, my coasts were also selected with great care.
I taken the road of Plouguerneau. I found myself perfectly laid out in plates, with the expenses, the shade towards north. Time for me solidified.
One Paul day came to the building site. I was to have these dimensions: Théo agreed, soon I were going to be born.
One morning, with powerful skilful hands left me my lethargy and started to give me the life.
Before the exit of the building site, Jean, my owner, me copiously passed the funds to coal tar using an enormous brush, the time of a coffee for the carpenters surprised on their return by the deployed heat and the quantity of product used. The carpenters rather saw me carrying a fine and light "make-up"; refined of vain woman!
In March 1959, I find myself floating in my lines with the small port of Koréjou. The satisfaction of Théo is read on its face, its chief of?uvre is as it imagined, dreamed and firmly built.
The hull sat very exactly on water, the relatively low frank-bord of 0,65 m to the back springs harmoniously towards the meter ten of the stem. My other measurements are 6,10 m overall, 2,58 m broad, 0,80 m of foot in water with deepest of my long skittle of difference. My stem is practically perpendicular to the floating of approximately 5,80 m.
Jean, the son of Paul, then begins a promising career of goémonier. At that time the laminar one - into Breton: tali - is collected manually. Sickles with length handle make it possible to cut the feather-grasses in-depth and the ability and the speed of the goémonier are able to bring back them to edge, thwarting the pressure of the current and possible the clapot which seeks to conceal its spoils to him.
"You will gain your bread with the sweat of your face", it does not have there a maxim which is appropriate better then for the trade of goémonier. The scoubidou, portion of arc of round helicoid iron circle provided a length handle actuated since the boat with the force of the arms exhausts the man and breaks the kidneys to him. Hard trade, fortunately now mechanized.
Two years later, whereas the summer approaches, I await on damping the return of all the merry team which made ground using the appendix on the beach of Vougot. We are, I believe one Sunday and all will not regain my edge. The appendix too charged can be, is capsized by a roller. Disaster! Two drowned. Jean will not re-examine me any more...
I am alone. ST PAUL is in mourning.
Later, counters a promise held in his/her mother, François - called: Saïk becomes my new owner. Until its death in 1995 we will sail happy and proud, armed with the small inshore fishing. Saïk was a force of nature with paluches like that, it was never equipped with transfers rack, all with the hand, it was also a fine fisherman with the line.
I still sail during beautiful years, but my owner tires more and more. One morning I await his return in vain. The days pass, Saïk joined the soft paradise of the sailors, I would not re-examine it more. The months are added to the months, months black and rainy of the winters, me also I tire more and more, my state worsens. My hull of color blue sky, my white listel and my red bend are vérolent. Already I feel small beasts which start to devour me, the woodlice attack my stem, the worms reduce in dust all my tops, my table, my bench postpones... I prepare in the worst case, I will die.
However, several times a hand which I guess friendly came to cherish me. I feel his heat which is diffused, but I have shame of my state. The greenery invaded the interior, my floor floats on this fresh water fallen from the sky, poison which penetrates in me. Ah! Forfeiture.
Other times, I feel the glance which directs this friendly hand posed on my bordered. I am not alone any more!
It is still time, with a little chance, I will not finish not drowned. I am more and more often inserted under all this fresh water, I survive after a fashion but soon an autumnal storm will tear off surely my stem and that will be finished by it!
A beautiful morning of October, my friend returned. The sun is shining. Jean-Yves is there, all around me, it presses the shore sand of a assured and decided step. I have a new friend.
Here are 3 years that I was alone, abandoned, it is necessary that I prepare with a new future. We are with the autumn 1998.
My rebirth will last 9 months.
Restauration 98/99
Saik, l'utilisa jusqu'en 1995St Paul en 1998, avant restaurationEn Octobre 1998, vue tribord avantEn Octobre 1998, vue babord avantEn Décembre 1998, remplacement de l'étraveEn Février 1999, étrave bordés et listons en placePrintemps 1999, préceintes et violons en placeEté 1999, sur l'eau, fier et droit.Eté 1999, au Koréjou
The summer 1999 re-examines me again all pimpant with the small port of Koréjou.
After this important repairing, Jean-Yves, became my 3 ième owner.
2) successive owners
1959/1961:
Launched in March 1959, ST PAUL is ordered with the Theophilus building site the GOT of Plouguerneau by Paul Roudaut for his/her Jean son who, at leaving his military service, starts to collect Tali (Laminaria Digitata).
1962/1995:
François Balcon says "Saïg Ar Rouz"
1998/today:
Jean-Yves B, perhaps known as "Yon Marne" or "Jaïg Marne", if the tradition of the nicknames had been maintained in Pagan Country...
3) Activities
With the neuvage in 1959, during 2 years (before the dramatic accident) a too short career with the hard trade of goémonier with Jean. Surely also an activity of fishing - of subsistence.
Since 1962, with Saïk, the Paul Saint is armed with the offshore fishing:
- With the racks abounding in "sleeper", spider crabs (oil cakes), lobster, "crab sardines" (currycombs), lobster!
- Anglings with splendid the lieus yellow, bars, mackerels, sea-breams.
- With the basic net for the fishing of burbots, cods, lines, sail needles and plates.
- To the set net at the coast, between the boat and a rock, a guettor with the mounting on the rock gives the signal to trap the benches of mules, by closing again the net.
Since 1999, the Paul Saint joins again with his past.
JY, the current owner of St PAUL, raising his racks with spider crabs.
I make it sail all the year with the small amateur fishing (racks, trawl lines, and line, nets excluded, I find them too destroying) as at the time of Saïk, with less success it is true, so much the marine resource is overexploited...
At the estival season, St Paul allowed some family harvests of pioca (carrageenans), joining again thus symbolically with its activity of neuvage.
The foot of mast, always of origin, decided to me with regréer St Paul. Ah! boats without mast!
I then discovered sublimates it charm of the veil and cruising on an old man gréement.
To count in the first cruisings a "pélérinage", in July 2001 in the Island of Batz...
(where St Paul embanked the Dragon, said the legend)
The prestigious ones and tasty maritime gatherings followed: DZ 2002, Brest 2004, the Festival Kann Al loar in Landerneau 2004.
The participation in July and August 2005
with the sound and light "Fishermen of Goémon" with the troop of Goulch' year Kervella "Ar Vro Bagan" in the ECRIN of the rocks of Ménéham in Kerlouan made known to us cordial moments of a rare intensity.
At the summer 2006, Saint Paul increased his operating range, which goes for the moment of Ploumanac' H 2006 to DZ 2006.
It is ofux the "more remote" stopovers ever reached by St Paul, but, without excluding any other, they are 2 stopovers of dream!!! |
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