A walk around Herm
Up just in in time for breakfast, after sending off a fast note or two about the pitch next week. The full Guernsey Breakfast exemplary this morning, and set us up nicely for the journey into town where we bought two trident tickets to Herm, and mooched about shopping for sunglasses for me and shorts for Lorraine for the day had turned hot and glorious.
Over in the trident sitting up top. Found ourselves near Jenny Kendall Tobias who was talking authoritatively to a woman and her daughter from Brighton about the islands. Chatted to Jenny for a while, who was on holiday with her son camping in Herm for a few days. An enormous cruise liner like a futuristic floating slab on the water mid way.
Lorraine had never been to Herm, and I think last time I was there, I went with Dave my Grandfather so it must have been in the 90s. Thankfully it was almost unchanged. Although we were reliably informed by a woman in a shop in St Peter Port that the Mermaid has gone posh, and that there were still boats that took Guernsey people Christmas shopping in Herm.
Lorraine and I bought a cheap sunhat for me, and then we walked around the entire island, heading north and climbing one of the hills and skirting around the mysterious sand dunes of the northern end. Lots of interesting little plants, miniature daisies, tiny orange plants and yellow things, as well as ground hugging roses, dune grass till we reached Shell Beach where we ate the sandwiches we had brought with us and stood in the nippy water. The beach was white, being crushed shells, and the water turquoise and gorgeous. We had a little doze on the beach, then walked over to the cafe for a tea and some Herm-made flapjacks, before walking on the cliff path around the south of the island looking across at Sark. Absolutely gorgeous views all day. Lots of grouse around making cronking noises and one exploded up from the undergrowth when we got too close,
On the winding cliff path we passed an older woman who pointed to black and white bobbing dots in the water of Puffin Bay and told us they were puffins. A bit later we made a discovery of our own as I spotted a slow worm on the path, and then Lorraine pointed to another slow worm that was hurrying out of the undergrowth to join it, and there was more rustling in the bush. Never seen two slow worms before. I touched one and it felt slithery.
Lorraine and I made it back to the harbour in time to catch the 4:35 pm boat, having walked around the island, and stand at the prow feeling the spray on our legs. Home by bus, there at exactly the right moment, a quick pint of Roquette cider by the pool before showering, and then heading off to The Captains where we had a meal and a couple of drinks, before home to La Barbarie for an absolutely bloody final before an early bedtime.
Over in the trident sitting up top. Found ourselves near Jenny Kendall Tobias who was talking authoritatively to a woman and her daughter from Brighton about the islands. Chatted to Jenny for a while, who was on holiday with her son camping in Herm for a few days. An enormous cruise liner like a futuristic floating slab on the water mid way.
Lorraine had never been to Herm, and I think last time I was there, I went with Dave my Grandfather so it must have been in the 90s. Thankfully it was almost unchanged. Although we were reliably informed by a woman in a shop in St Peter Port that the Mermaid has gone posh, and that there were still boats that took Guernsey people Christmas shopping in Herm.
Lorraine and I bought a cheap sunhat for me, and then we walked around the entire island, heading north and climbing one of the hills and skirting around the mysterious sand dunes of the northern end. Lots of interesting little plants, miniature daisies, tiny orange plants and yellow things, as well as ground hugging roses, dune grass till we reached Shell Beach where we ate the sandwiches we had brought with us and stood in the nippy water. The beach was white, being crushed shells, and the water turquoise and gorgeous. We had a little doze on the beach, then walked over to the cafe for a tea and some Herm-made flapjacks, before walking on the cliff path around the south of the island looking across at Sark. Absolutely gorgeous views all day. Lots of grouse around making cronking noises and one exploded up from the undergrowth when we got too close,
On the winding cliff path we passed an older woman who pointed to black and white bobbing dots in the water of Puffin Bay and told us they were puffins. A bit later we made a discovery of our own as I spotted a slow worm on the path, and then Lorraine pointed to another slow worm that was hurrying out of the undergrowth to join it, and there was more rustling in the bush. Never seen two slow worms before. I touched one and it felt slithery.
Lorraine and I made it back to the harbour in time to catch the 4:35 pm boat, having walked around the island, and stand at the prow feeling the spray on our legs. Home by bus, there at exactly the right moment, a quick pint of Roquette cider by the pool before showering, and then heading off to The Captains where we had a meal and a couple of drinks, before home to La Barbarie for an absolutely bloody final before an early bedtime.
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