To Herm
A large breakfast, and fairly briskly up and off on the bus to St Peter Port. Bought some tickets for the Herm boat, and mooched about in town for a while. A lovely day, cool breeze over the water but sunny.
Nice hop across the Little Roussel to Herm, where we disembarked at the Rosaire steps as the tide was low. We sauntered around the island to Shell Beach, which as the wind was in from the East was quite blowy, but the beach was white and lovely and pretty empty, and we wandered about looking at shells, eating our various lunch snacks bought from M&S in guernsey. and John and Beth did a scramble on the rocks, and we had drink at the little cafe, and L and I had a slice of gâche. We all walked to Belvoir bay, and Lorraine and Sam walked back towards the Harbour. I went with Jade, John and Beth and walked around the bottom, cliffy part of the island. Beth spotted a swing in the trees, and they all had a go on it laughing a good deal. I felt that I would snap the branch if I did it. Then we mooched on, until we rounded the South Western corner of the island and found Sam and Lorraine playing cards in a comfy corner of The Mermaid.
A couple of drinks there, and we caught the boat back to St Peter Port. I always look fondly at the entrance to the port, and picture myself fishing from the White Rock, and the Lighthouse. I remember the first fish I ever caught from the White Rock was a little goby, or a cabou as the locals call it, which is usually found in rock pools, and a garfish (locally a longnose) from the lighthouse.
In St Peter Port we caught a 41 bus to Cobo, where we went to the Rockmount. A gorgeous sunset, and we eventually got a table and had a good meal there and several drinks, and played some Euchre.
A cab back to La Barbarie, and a final round of Euchre, the ladies slaughtering the gents, before everyone crept off to bed.
Below Jade on the ferry enjoying the wind; John and Beth, John fancying his chances as a man in the prime of his life, of outpacing a bull; me on Shell Beach; an album cover shot of Sam; Jade and Lorraine on Shell Beach; three go wild on a swing.
Nice hop across the Little Roussel to Herm, where we disembarked at the Rosaire steps as the tide was low. We sauntered around the island to Shell Beach, which as the wind was in from the East was quite blowy, but the beach was white and lovely and pretty empty, and we wandered about looking at shells, eating our various lunch snacks bought from M&S in guernsey. and John and Beth did a scramble on the rocks, and we had drink at the little cafe, and L and I had a slice of gâche. We all walked to Belvoir bay, and Lorraine and Sam walked back towards the Harbour. I went with Jade, John and Beth and walked around the bottom, cliffy part of the island. Beth spotted a swing in the trees, and they all had a go on it laughing a good deal. I felt that I would snap the branch if I did it. Then we mooched on, until we rounded the South Western corner of the island and found Sam and Lorraine playing cards in a comfy corner of The Mermaid.
A couple of drinks there, and we caught the boat back to St Peter Port. I always look fondly at the entrance to the port, and picture myself fishing from the White Rock, and the Lighthouse. I remember the first fish I ever caught from the White Rock was a little goby, or a cabou as the locals call it, which is usually found in rock pools, and a garfish (locally a longnose) from the lighthouse.
In St Peter Port we caught a 41 bus to Cobo, where we went to the Rockmount. A gorgeous sunset, and we eventually got a table and had a good meal there and several drinks, and played some Euchre.
A cab back to La Barbarie, and a final round of Euchre, the ladies slaughtering the gents, before everyone crept off to bed.
Below Jade on the ferry enjoying the wind; John and Beth, John fancying his chances as a man in the prime of his life, of outpacing a bull; me on Shell Beach; an album cover shot of Sam; Jade and Lorraine on Shell Beach; three go wild on a swing.
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