But some may look upon that as mere foolishness, and may quote against me M.La Fontaine's fable about the fox and the grapes.

I do not mind.

Their grapes ripened and were gathered, and mine are in the ripening.
Sercq, in the distance, looks like a great whale basking on the surface of the sea and nuzzling its young.

That is a feature very common to our Islands; for time, and the weather, and the ever-restless sea wear through the softer veins, which run through all our Island rocks, just as unexpected streaks of tenderness may be found in the rough natures of our Island men.

And so, from every outstanding point, great pieces become detached and form separate islets, between which and the parent isles the currents run like mill-races and take toll of the unwary and the stranger.
So, Sercq nuzzles Le Tas, and Jethou Crevichon, and Guernsey Lihou and the Hanois, and even Brecqhou has its whelp in La Givaude.