Enter three revellers
Mysterious foggy morning, and after a large La Barbarie breakfast Lorraine and I walked into the mist to the florist, then to my Grandparent's grave, then down to La Gran'mère to tell her I'd returned. A walk about in another misty autumnal graveyard around St Martin's parish church talking to poor Lorraine about mortality and death. Then we walked down to the sea at Moulin Huet and had a spot of meditation and suddenly felt less brooding.
Back to La Barbarie where we had a sandwich in the bar. Just then Matty and Katie walked into the bar. Now I have been in many bars in my life where Matty and Katie walking in is as natural as daylight. But this was in Guernsey and a complete surprise. My sparkling mineral water was swiftly replaced with a gin and tonic, and soon we were marching about on the cliffs again. After this home again, and a quick snooze. After a quick doze back to the bar to discover that Craig had come too. It was all a lovely suprise. And it is sinister how Katie and Lorraine worked together on this one.
Five of us into town by bus to meet Richard and Jane. Some wandering about in high heels (Kate) and the rain (all), before a few cheeky beers at the Albion repaired everyone's cheer. Thence to Christies restaurant to meet Richard and Jane. With Craig being a published poet too, that made four poets on one table. Lovely grub and a splendid mix of people. I found myself saying a poem too, which doesn't happen too often. But then it was about to be my birthday. Richard and Jane on good form, and moving the next day from their flood-damaged house to a temporary apartment.
Home late in a large taxi from St Peter Port. A glimpse of stars before bed.
Below La Gran'mère du Chimquière, misty graveyard, a postbox, high tide at Moulin Huet,
Mysterious foggy morning, and after a large La Barbarie breakfast Lorraine and I walked into the mist to the florist, then to my Grandparent's grave, then down to La Gran'mère to tell her I'd returned. A walk about in another misty autumnal graveyard around St Martin's parish church talking to poor Lorraine about mortality and death. Then we walked down to the sea at Moulin Huet and had a spot of meditation and suddenly felt less brooding.
Back to La Barbarie where we had a sandwich in the bar. Just then Matty and Katie walked into the bar. Now I have been in many bars in my life where Matty and Katie walking in is as natural as daylight. But this was in Guernsey and a complete surprise. My sparkling mineral water was swiftly replaced with a gin and tonic, and soon we were marching about on the cliffs again. After this home again, and a quick snooze. After a quick doze back to the bar to discover that Craig had come too. It was all a lovely suprise. And it is sinister how Katie and Lorraine worked together on this one.
Five of us into town by bus to meet Richard and Jane. Some wandering about in high heels (Kate) and the rain (all), before a few cheeky beers at the Albion repaired everyone's cheer. Thence to Christies restaurant to meet Richard and Jane. With Craig being a published poet too, that made four poets on one table. Lovely grub and a splendid mix of people. I found myself saying a poem too, which doesn't happen too often. But then it was about to be my birthday. Richard and Jane on good form, and moving the next day from their flood-damaged house to a temporary apartment.
Home late in a large taxi from St Peter Port. A glimpse of stars before bed.
Below La Gran'mère du Chimquière, misty graveyard, a postbox, high tide at Moulin Huet,
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