Off to Guernsey Felt curiously exhausted and nauseous this morning. Rushed about in a disorganised way until it was time to leave. Beth arriving just as I left, to accept the furry cat shaped baton. Flight fairly execrable. Bouncing in the air, and a long climb through drizzly clouds to a short sojourn in the sun. I was on Mr Beanish form, trying to oust a nervous flier from her seat thinking she'd taken mine, dropping stuff out of my bag, and repeatedly getting up to grapple in the overhead locker and making the man next to me tut. Richard collected me from the airport in his van, and we headed to where he and Jane live behind Bordeaux Harbour up in the Vale, in the north of the island. Strange not to be going instead to St Martin's. The afternoon spent talking and walking around the harbour, and looking north at the grey, white horsed sea. The dogs running about gleefully in the rain, and rolling in the seaweed. Jane back from a hard day's work. Despite this, and me lurki...