Free as a bird
Another day of happy wanderings. After a rather sleepless night, where I lay awake full of plots and schemes. I wrote a poem in my head about La Gran'mère, but could only remember one line of it this morning. And that was a very poor one.
However was compelled to visit La Gran'mère again. Then took Lorraine to the wishing pool, and generally mooched about in the lanes heading off to Jerbourg, where we we climbed up the Doyle column and there were superb views of the islands – and the French coast clearly visible too.
Had lunch at the Auberge at Jerbourg. And easily the best food of my time there. I had a skate main course, followed by half of an incredible honey parfait pudding. It had honeycomb, and caramelised fig, and icecream and drizzles of berry jus and green jelly that popped and exploded in your mouth. It was playful and delightful.
Slowly walked home along the cliff path. It was a stunning afternoon, with bright sun. Took lots of photos that did no justice to the views. In the evening off to the captains for a light supper. Starry sky with the new moon a slither underneath the dark disk of the rest of the moon. As we walked home through the dark lanes, I thoughtfully told Lorraine the story of La Biche the hideous ghost goat who lives nearby.
Below Petit Port at low tide, the wishing well reflecting sky, the bunker and tree that used to be in my old school playground in St Martins, dog and lion rocks against the silver sea, La Gran'mère and another cliff view.
Another day of happy wanderings. After a rather sleepless night, where I lay awake full of plots and schemes. I wrote a poem in my head about La Gran'mère, but could only remember one line of it this morning. And that was a very poor one.
However was compelled to visit La Gran'mère again. Then took Lorraine to the wishing pool, and generally mooched about in the lanes heading off to Jerbourg, where we we climbed up the Doyle column and there were superb views of the islands – and the French coast clearly visible too.
Had lunch at the Auberge at Jerbourg. And easily the best food of my time there. I had a skate main course, followed by half of an incredible honey parfait pudding. It had honeycomb, and caramelised fig, and icecream and drizzles of berry jus and green jelly that popped and exploded in your mouth. It was playful and delightful.
Slowly walked home along the cliff path. It was a stunning afternoon, with bright sun. Took lots of photos that did no justice to the views. In the evening off to the captains for a light supper. Starry sky with the new moon a slither underneath the dark disk of the rest of the moon. As we walked home through the dark lanes, I thoughtfully told Lorraine the story of La Biche the hideous ghost goat who lives nearby.
Below Petit Port at low tide, the wishing well reflecting sky, the bunker and tree that used to be in my old school playground in St Martins, dog and lion rocks against the silver sea, La Gran'mère and another cliff view.
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