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Last day in Guernsey. Raining mistily. Went for a not too demanding walk, finding lanes I have never walked down, behind Fermain. In the evening a last walk to Icart before eating in La Barbarie. Became embroiled after supper in the bar in a conversation about how much various guests knew Guernsey after some had been showing off about going there since '91. I won, of course, though I felt ridiculous afterwards.