The wishing pool

A large breakfast for five, and then out into the fresh air. First to La Gran'mère, and then into Samaurez Park for a farmer's market. I'd not been to Sausmarez Manor for years, and it was dotted with sculptures, and teeming with ducks and chickens.

From there I took everyone in a sceneic route to the wishing well, where everyone applied themselves to wishing business with commendable seriousness. And I emboldened by last night, said a few lines from an old poem of mine about making a wish in that very place. From there we followed the water lane down to the cliff path, from where we walked above the sparkling sea to Jerbourg.

Very happy that Craig and Matty, who'd never been to Guernsey, really liked it. Kate had been there once before. The weather became gorgeous and everything was colourful and with a faint touch of autumn in the rustiness of the cliff ferns. Eventually after scrambling over the cliffs we stopped at The Auberge for a delightful meal accompanied with several bottles of crisp white wine that Matty selected. All of us were on a high.

Off to town in the evening for more drinks, and then back to St Martins, and ending up in the Captains for some simple fare, and where I availed myself of a Pony Ale or two. Home through the dark lanes, and the milky way spread out in the sky. Craig, Matt and I were walking ahead and Craig floated the idea of scaring Lorraine and Kate, which Matty executed by roaring at them from a shadow. Some screaming.

Below La Gran'mère meets Craig, Matty makes a wish, Craig outside a bunker near Jerbourg, the walkers take a breather,










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