To the gem of the sea
Off to Gatwick in the afternoon with Lorraine. After a morning tying up loose ends. Zoomed through but found we were delayed, giving me plenty of time to sink a couple of beers in the Flying Horse while watching the screens.
The flight very nice however climbing out of clouds to the clear skies over the Chanel Islands. Soon in Guernsey and even on the runway, the soft, fresher air hits you. Off to La Barbarie in a taxi and after dumping our cases, and getting a warm welcome from Andrew Coleman, and other familiar people in the hotel, Lorraine and I walked to Icart point in the growing dusk. The old curved streetlights in the lane down to Icart looking especially Narnian. A feeling of unreality about the walk because even though it's just a short hop over the water, it takes a little longer for your soul to arrive.
Sat on the bench high above the sea, looking southwest as the stars emerged, until the cool and the thought of food tempted us back to the hotel. After a pint of Rocquette cider, we had a delicious supper of their roast pork belly, as part of the island's 'Tennerfest' (which began life as the island's hotels and restaurants charging £10 for a meal, but is now in La Barbarie £15, and great value) and quaffed a bottle of rose wine between us generally putting the world to rights. To bed slightly drunk.
Off to Gatwick in the afternoon with Lorraine. After a morning tying up loose ends. Zoomed through but found we were delayed, giving me plenty of time to sink a couple of beers in the Flying Horse while watching the screens.
The flight very nice however climbing out of clouds to the clear skies over the Chanel Islands. Soon in Guernsey and even on the runway, the soft, fresher air hits you. Off to La Barbarie in a taxi and after dumping our cases, and getting a warm welcome from Andrew Coleman, and other familiar people in the hotel, Lorraine and I walked to Icart point in the growing dusk. The old curved streetlights in the lane down to Icart looking especially Narnian. A feeling of unreality about the walk because even though it's just a short hop over the water, it takes a little longer for your soul to arrive.
Sat on the bench high above the sea, looking southwest as the stars emerged, until the cool and the thought of food tempted us back to the hotel. After a pint of Rocquette cider, we had a delicious supper of their roast pork belly, as part of the island's 'Tennerfest' (which began life as the island's hotels and restaurants charging £10 for a meal, but is now in La Barbarie £15, and great value) and quaffed a bottle of rose wine between us generally putting the world to rights. To bed slightly drunk.
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