To Guernsey

To Guernsey. Blearily packing this morning, then Lorraine drove us to Gatwick where, apart from having reserved our space in the wrong terminal's carpark, everything went smoothly. A steadying gin and tonic taken in the Flying Horse, Lorraine had coffee, where we had a chat with an Irish lady who styled herself on Hyacinth Bucket as told us she was 78 and was demanding to be brought water of a nearby employee, 'but leave the tap running for a bit'.

The flight smooth and lovely the sky blue and carpeted with white cloud that broke up over Guernsey. To the Barbarie in beautiful weather, after the obligatory chat with the cabby after he asked if it was our first time on the island.

On arrival we discovered that we had been upgraded to an excellent room. Cheered by this we headed back to the bar for a refreshing glass of beer and hot sandwiches. Pure pleasure at being back filling me. Jane and Richard joined us, and it was rather splendid to see them.  Jane off to the UK tomorrow for another top-secret Camilla lookalike job. Richard looking well and cheery. A certain amount of breeze shot, and a promise to meet up again before we return.

Then Lorraine and I wandered off to Icart Point, which was dazzlingly lovely. Felt if I hadn't quite arrived yet, but I copied Lorraine as we sat on the bench I proposed on, with the sun falling on our closed eyes just listening to the wind and the sea and the birds and it was all rather magical.

Back to La Barbarie for dinner, after a short stroll on the cliff path, where we both had rather delicious lamb chops which I followed with sticky toffee pudding, and Lorraine with ice-cream. Nice greeting from Andy and others there. Went to bed full and cheerful.










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