To Guernsey

Up early and finishing packing, Calliope looking sad and tetchy. We bundled out with Pat and Maureen into a taxi who took us to Brighton station. I told the taxi driver, when lifting a case from the taxi, that this is the one with the dead body in it. He said he had a couple in the boot left over from Saturday night.

Got through Gatwick tolerably well, pausing at The Flying Horse for pre-flight bracers. The Aurigny flight confusingly in a Flybe jet, which sped us there. A flight that never cleared the cloud cover. To La Barbarie, by taxi and we were warmly greeted, and shown to a particularly nice room. Had lunch in the bar, scallops wrapped in bacon for me. Lovely.

Lorraine and I off for a walk to Icart Point. It began drizzling and then while we were on the cliffs the horizon and then the headlands blurred by rain, which was utterly soaking and blowing in almost horizontally. Still great fun, and nice to return to La Barbarie to dry off and have a hot drink and an late afternoon snooze.

Supper with Pat and Maureen. Maureen not particularly liking the idea of spider crabs, which were in a rather nice bisque. A really good meal however, and a nice chat and a drink afterwards in the bar.

Below Lorraine in the rain, rainy cliffs and blackthorn, flowers on the cliffs and rain approaching over the water.






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