under another sun

An alarming start: 6:45. I'd had a wretched night's sleep. Seems the that orange faced malignant narcissistic rapist racist criminal devil Trump has beaten Kamala Harris to the presidency. Shameful.  Lorraine and I up blearily, and after breakfast and faffing about, caught a train to Brighton, and arrived delayed at Gatwick. Realised at Seaford station I had left my phone at home. No trains via Lewes due to a points failure, so via Brighton to Gatwick. However planes delayed here due to fog, probably mixed up with yesterday's gunpowder. Astonishingly, however, our boarding was only delayed by half an hour of so.  The flight was fine. The small twin engined prop taking off like a flying coach all very smooth. Cramped inside however, but very happy to see Guernsey for the first time in two and a half years as we finally dropped below the low blanket of cloud.  A taxi from the airport. The most miserable taxi driver I've ever met, completely down on every aspect of Guernse...

Last day in the Barbarie. Lorraine not wanting breakfast this morning, so I strapped on the nosebag alone, reading the paper. Andrew Coleman came and said hello, enquiring after Mrs Kenny. Lorraine is enjoying being called Mrs Kenny at the Barbarie, after several years of being there as my fancy woman. A walk once we'd packed, back to Icart and a short turn on the cliffs. Tried out the panorama function on the iPhone. Both of us feeling quite sad to be leaving so soon, but so happy to have had this break and time together after all the frenzy of the last couple of weeks. Back to the Barbarie for a ham sandwich, where I found I could not resist a final pint of beer. Then a taxi to the airport. The flight home obnoxious, the plane bouncing and bumping around. (The pilot had claimed it would be a 'relatively' smooth flight, a weasel word if ever I heard one). I hate not being able to see anything through the window, other than cloud, but when you can see nothing my imagina...

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. Af...

FB'd by La Barbarie Fairly productive. Finished the new words for the last song on the Pollard/Kenny CD -- and later talked to Matt who is finally nailing the final rehearsal dates. Got a note from Andrew Coleman at La Barbarie. They now have a facebook page www.facebook.com/labarbariehotel and Andrew was gave a nice account of Defenders on the page. Worked on Betty the Spacegirl and pushed on with some business leads. To the gym, followed by a tofu-based lunch. Out for a coffee with Anna this afternoon. Lovely coffee. She showed me the text of her book on coaching people about the choices presented around having babies, and the first years of parenthood. Looking good. Anna's been slogging till midnight lately getting it all ready, and I was impressed with the results. Home again to wait for a bloke to appear with a quote for decking, some time after he was due he texted explaining he'd send someone around next week. Slightly beset by gloom and non-specific twitching toda...