We arrived almost in the dark at Saint Pol De Leon. Over night we were woken up by a strange and mournful sound. Not to be too dramatic it was like large barrels of fluid being rolled into the sea. We had inadvertently parked over the point where a large outflow pipe discharged out of the sea wall. As high tide arrived the sea entered the pipe forcing air in rolling booms every time a wave flowed in, as  the wave ebbed there were siren -like wails and laments.  Under our van and behind it were large air vents  amplifying the sound , making us feel surrounded by modern day smugglers up to no good. Visually there was no sign of any miscreants of any sort but I could see that the tide was very high and assumed correctly that the noise was being caused in some way by the incoming tide. I comforted myself back to sleep with the thought of good humoured sea creatures booming and wailing together in a lamguage not too far from  Whalesong. An early morning trip to the bathroom and a low tide showed me the cause of the nights disturbance, all was well.

Saint Pon de Leon takes its name from an improbable Welsh Saint. Saints seem to do the improbable far more often than the unsaintly. Can you imagine the notoriety of being a conflated Paul?