under another sun

Woke up not feeling sure about the cobbles and pebbles this morning. It all looked a bit busy, but Lorraine and I decided to let it lie for a day. Partly to give our bodies a rest too, after days of carrying heavy things. Lorraine did a bit of school work, and I did some writing. In the evening off to Steyning to see Dawn. Lorraine cooked an upside down cake for pudding. Had a lovely evening with Dawn, sitting outside the back of her house in the field looking up at the Downs round a little fire, with a full moon in the sky.  I found it very relaxing as usual, drinking a bit of beer and tucking into a fisherman's pie. Looked at the picture that Dawn had found a while ago, and liked as it reminded her of Cornwall. Lorraine had been over there recently and spotted it -- it is a picture of  Guernsey cliffs with the the Dog and Lion from above Saints Bay. I snapped it, as it made me feel homesick. So strange that Dawn has this.

Just a few random snaps of Guernsey in the Autumn. Lorraine photographing on Icart Point, the textures of the sea, the remains of a Nazi bunker above Saints bay, the Dog and Lion rocks, rose hips and fallen fruit, Lorraine showing me the bright yellow spores under a fern with her bright red nails, pennywort, a plant I always associate with Guernsey, Icart Road near Saints Cottage, and the Icart Road heading towards Icart Point.

Dowsing for beginners Walked to Icart first thing this morning (after a large breakfast) and wended around to Moulin Huet. Here we took the steep slope down to the bay, and sat on the bench taking in the gorgeous view. Before we lost ourselves among rockpools, and watching the lively sea surge among the rocks with slaps and booms. Then it was time for lunch, and we repaired to the Captains again, where it was busy with Sunday roasts being served. It seemed rude not to have one too, so we were found a table and slaked our throats with more cold Pony ale. Nice food. Yelps from the other part of the bar where Manchester United were beginning their worst day's football in decades, being hammered by Manchester City 6-1. I thoughtfully texted Anton with six smiley faces in the afternoon, but then Chelsea went on to lose unexpectedly so I deserved it. Anton texted the season is over for me football does not exist in my life . And later, as the bitterness grew, fergie and the toupe wearing...

To Guernsey A final faff about to remove the worst of the debased tat and rubbish for Matt and Wayne, who are catsitting Calliope. Then I met Lorraine at Brighton station and we trained up to Gatwick. Once through security, Lorraine floating about the shops for a bit, whereas I headed straight to the bar to attend to a cheeky. Flight pleasant and fast, and Guernsey sunnier than England. Took a cab to the La Pompe appartments, which are very close, and I was delighted at how lovely and spacious our one was, and cheaper than a week at La Barbarie. This was just across the road from La Villette and so very close to home turf for me. There was a loaf of bread and some Guernsey butter there, of which we ate a few slices for lunch. I'd forgotten how the butter here is creamy, salty and very yellow, and this mixed with cups of tea, with sugar and the creamy milk reminded me of what tea tasted like when I was a child. Later Lorraine and I walked to Icart, where we had a slice of buttered g...