The Bréhat archipelago is the kingdom of rocks. Standing stones, lying stones, lonely or grouped rocks, stones sculpted by wind and sea spray, rocks eaten into by lichens, or streaming with the attacks of the sea ...
But the rocks of Pan are more of a testimony to the tragedy of count Mériadec de Goëllo. His two sons Gwill and Isselbert, who were longing for their father's death, decided to kill him to take possession of his inheritance.
Mériadec heard about the plot and had the time to run away, but his sons met him at the pointe du Pan and committed their murder. But when they tried to push the body off the cliff, they felt that their limbs were growing heavier.
They became stone, as well as the count's body, and they remained petrified above the drop, eternally united by their father's petrifaction whose blood stained all the rocks of Bréhat forever.
On the hill the high stones with human postures, that look as if they were kneeling, are, strangely enough, worshipped by the shepherds of the island.
Indeed, one day the fairy of Pan had a visit from a dear friend who was a princess of the Waters. The visitor was so beautiful that the poor shepherds let their herds wander and crowded round her. Were they too insistent ? The girl of the Waters pressed her friend to rid her of her admirers, and the fairy of Pan froze them just as they were.
Thus they will endlessly display how fascinating the beauty of mermaids is ...
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Slàn agus beannachd, Allen R. Alderman
'S i Alba tìr mo chridhe. 'S i Gàidhlig cànan m' anama. Scotland is the land of my heart. Gaelic is the language of my soul.
Didn't know this legend either...that's cool Wizard, you learn me many things about my country
I think it's here :
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Que restera-t-il de notre sang mêlé au sel, sans trace dans les mémoires ? Une ultime navigation, trompeuse. Et des souvenirs, illuminés d'embruns. Mais condamnés au silence de la mer... Loïc Finaz.