The Vazon wind
Cold and wintery today. After breakfast, five large people crammed into Kate's minute hire Ka and we set off to the Little Chapel.
Everyone liked this and there was a blaze of competitive photography. It is a tiny building, decorated with broken china. I noticed this time that when you are inside its unlit interior down in the lower part, that the little shafts of light make the china begin to look like a dim stained glass window.
From here we drove to the west coast, stopping for a cup of tea opposite the cup and saucer (Fort Grey) as Craig was on a mission to buy souvenier tea towels. Then driving along the coast until Vazon where we walked about in the wind and under dark skies, and it was fabulous. Few people around, and the flat sand dotted with torn away clumps of bladderwrack. Had a mental flashback to being a child running down to the sea with Toby (who always liked Vazon) holding a inflated lilo in the wind.
From there into town for a slow meal in the harbour, followed by a photoshoot up by the lighthouse.
Back to the hotel where Richard and Jane came round and we had a chat about my Guernsey Anthology project, while everyone sat about sipping coffee, and then wine, reading the paper and chipping in from time to time. Richard and I also discussed the two man collection Richard and I are putting together, which we have code named remora fish.
Then Craig had to go, which was sad. It had been great to see him, and he seemed to really respond to the island. Then a few drinks and a comparatively quiet evening in La Barbarie eating and drinking.
Below the back seat, Vazon Bay, and a boy fishing from the lighthouse.
Cold and wintery today. After breakfast, five large people crammed into Kate's minute hire Ka and we set off to the Little Chapel.
Everyone liked this and there was a blaze of competitive photography. It is a tiny building, decorated with broken china. I noticed this time that when you are inside its unlit interior down in the lower part, that the little shafts of light make the china begin to look like a dim stained glass window.
From here we drove to the west coast, stopping for a cup of tea opposite the cup and saucer (Fort Grey) as Craig was on a mission to buy souvenier tea towels. Then driving along the coast until Vazon where we walked about in the wind and under dark skies, and it was fabulous. Few people around, and the flat sand dotted with torn away clumps of bladderwrack. Had a mental flashback to being a child running down to the sea with Toby (who always liked Vazon) holding a inflated lilo in the wind.
From there into town for a slow meal in the harbour, followed by a photoshoot up by the lighthouse.
Back to the hotel where Richard and Jane came round and we had a chat about my Guernsey Anthology project, while everyone sat about sipping coffee, and then wine, reading the paper and chipping in from time to time. Richard and I also discussed the two man collection Richard and I are putting together, which we have code named remora fish.
Then Craig had to go, which was sad. It had been great to see him, and he seemed to really respond to the island. Then a few drinks and a comparatively quiet evening in La Barbarie eating and drinking.
Below the back seat, Vazon Bay, and a boy fishing from the lighthouse.
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