Third time a charm
Fortunately the French Tourism work was quickly done and dusted this morning, which gave me time to pack in a relaxed way. Lorraine arrived shortly before we were to leave for the airport, only to disappear again as she had forgotten her passport.
Calliope following me into the Twitten and yowling before I went.
Lorraine and I off to Gatwick cutting it fine, but all well, and soon we we soon in an Auringy two engined prop en route to Guernsey. The Channel blanketed with cloud, and the plane's landing was a great thump as we were caught in a low gust of wind under the low cover.
Very happy to be back on the island again for the third time this year. And this time as a present from Lorraine for my impending 50th birthday.
We were at La Barbarie in no time. And we soon set off for a walk around Icart Point as the sun made last peach coloured splashes in the grey, and the colours were singing with a subdued grandeur.
Back the hotel for a nice pint of beer and some delicious food. It is the Island's Tennerfest, where you can get meals cheaply in good restaurants. Meltingly good pork belly tonight. A sense of all being right with the world. And long weekend to kick back in.
Below drab grandeur from Icart point. Below the head-like rocks I love so much, and various peachy bits of sky. Click the pics to make them bigger.
Fortunately the French Tourism work was quickly done and dusted this morning, which gave me time to pack in a relaxed way. Lorraine arrived shortly before we were to leave for the airport, only to disappear again as she had forgotten her passport.
Calliope following me into the Twitten and yowling before I went.
Lorraine and I off to Gatwick cutting it fine, but all well, and soon we we soon in an Auringy two engined prop en route to Guernsey. The Channel blanketed with cloud, and the plane's landing was a great thump as we were caught in a low gust of wind under the low cover.
Very happy to be back on the island again for the third time this year. And this time as a present from Lorraine for my impending 50th birthday.
We were at La Barbarie in no time. And we soon set off for a walk around Icart Point as the sun made last peach coloured splashes in the grey, and the colours were singing with a subdued grandeur.
Back the hotel for a nice pint of beer and some delicious food. It is the Island's Tennerfest, where you can get meals cheaply in good restaurants. Meltingly good pork belly tonight. A sense of all being right with the world. And long weekend to kick back in.
Below drab grandeur from Icart point. Below the head-like rocks I love so much, and various peachy bits of sky. Click the pics to make them bigger.
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