"All his life, Georges Pernoud shed light on the daily life of those in need of the sea"

Rémi Tell is an independent consultant at Marianne Conseil.

The wise man, his hair blowing in the wind, went towards the sea. From the shore, one could imagine seeing an albatross moving away - certainly saddened by the departure, but consoled by the rest of the final voyage.

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For more than 40 years we will have been millions, every week, invited to the table of Commander Pernoud.

With a benevolent and lively eye, he shared with us the best fruits of the sea.

Children, old people, nailed to the spot of existence: in their own way, each of them at one point focused on their dreams with them.

Now that he is leaving our coasts, what we owe him more clearly appears: the poetry of travel, the love of our land and the respect due to the peoples who inhabit it.

Georges Pernoud amazed our eyes at the beauties of the world.

With him, we discovered the solitary atolls of the Pacific and the great tides of the North;

the roaring fiftieths and the roaring forties;

the gigantism of aquatic mammals and the discretion of the Abyssal Kingdom.

We understood our fragile planet, the absolute urgency to protect its marine fauna and flora.

All his life, Georges Pernoud shed light on the daily life of the needy, from the tough to the evil and the storm

Torn between the two hemispheres, this adventurer has never forgotten to give us France to love.

Will we be able to find a centimeter of our coastline that it would not have traveled?

Overlooking the Channel, the Atlantic or the Mediterranean, he taught us the richness of their landscapes and the rare chance of this triple opening for our country.

Above all, his work was a tireless tribute to the discreet lives of seafarers, whose exploits are not exposed on social networks.

All his life, Georges Pernoud shed light on the daily life of the needy, the tough, the bad and the stormy.

No doubt he had felt that when nihilism wins, the sight of these clinging to the elements saves us.

Because our hopes put down the disaster of the world when they bathe in the blue of the sky or the sea.

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I only met Georges Pernoud once, one summer when I was a little boy.

In a village in Dordogne, he had agreed to sponsor the local balloon festival.

Spectator among the spectators, he gazed at the balloons, happy.

His face turned towards the horizon expressed remnants of childhood, he who wore a new look on everything.

It is his capacity for wonder that I will retain from him.

We will not forget Georges Pernoud.

We will see him in the islands of the Antilles or on a quay in Brittany, watching over ocean rainbows or the plume of the heroes of the Vendée Globe.

Forever, his unmistakable voice will resonate within the lighthouses and the wet holds of ships.

Bon vent Georges, farewell sailor.