Hortense Dufour, "Le bouchot", I beg your pardon for the approximate translation...

I know she's best know for her novel turned into a film by Robert Enrico: "The imprint of giants"...I didn't see it...To my mind her best book is called "Le bouchot, The mussel bank". In this part of France mussels grow on these big pieces of wood planted in the sand, and covered by the sea part of the day..."Le bouchot" is also the name given to the family house, unfinished, slowly drowning in sand. There lives Teresa...
"With holes in my shoes, big blue apron to hide my old dress, playing the cello at midnight, dawn , whenever I like...and tarots when good housewives have dinner...with children painting and writing...that would not please the husbands for sure...Freedom pleases nobody around here..being truly free is looking like a scarecrow...
But never forget Ocean, I want you to be a writer not a schoolmistress."
Much later Teresa 's hands were so stiff and spoiled by finishing to build the house, she could no longer play the cello...
"No need to worry love, if I had not once played the cello I wouldn't have the idea of grafting honeysuckle onto a fig tree...Writing books and grafting flowers onto trees, that's the most important thing..."