Busy being poets
Richard and I spent the day in the company of Rufus and Holly the Highland* Terriers. We were discussing important matters such as our Guernsey Doubles collection while driving around Guernsey. A day wandering free as birds about the island is one that's hard to beat.
Joan Ozanne had invited us in for coffee. She is a genuinely fascinating woman, a mine of information with a speed of thought, and twinkle in her eye, which completely belies her age. She introduced me to some work by Denys Corbet, another Guernsey poet of the nineteenth century, and told me about a play she was writing set in Costa Rica. She said she'd lived in her house almost all her life, apart from when she joined the evacuation, as a teenager, just before the Germans came. Her father had hastily buried liqueurs in the garden, and found them years after the family's return, still drinkable.
We then sloped off to The Farmhouse, a place new to me not far from the airport for lunch of incredibly fresh cod and chips. Here discussed finer details of our collection, next steps and so on. Then off to the west coast to look across at Lihou Island, and delve into Le Creux ès Faïes, a place redolent of dark magic, and then took a walk under the grim Nazi tower built on top of a Martello, and looked across in a bitter wind to Lihou Island as the dogs mooched happily about us.
After stopping off for a Costa coffee, where we gossiped for some time, and after a smidge of shopping (much Rioja, prawns, a red pepper, and Toulouse sausage) we repaired home. Jane cooked up a paella, including her speciality, sex-in-a-bowl recipe of chestnut vacheran. Jane's pal June also came along. June considering a move to Eastbourne as her licence to work in Guernsey is almost up.
Eventually, after a nice lot of wine and food, it was time for bed.
* Turns out they are Border Terriers as any fule kno.
Below the delightful Joan Ozanne, Richard and I in Le Creux ès Faïes, the Nazi tower, and looking out at Lihou island.
Richard and I spent the day in the company of Rufus and Holly the Highland* Terriers. We were discussing important matters such as our Guernsey Doubles collection while driving around Guernsey. A day wandering free as birds about the island is one that's hard to beat.
Joan Ozanne had invited us in for coffee. She is a genuinely fascinating woman, a mine of information with a speed of thought, and twinkle in her eye, which completely belies her age. She introduced me to some work by Denys Corbet, another Guernsey poet of the nineteenth century, and told me about a play she was writing set in Costa Rica. She said she'd lived in her house almost all her life, apart from when she joined the evacuation, as a teenager, just before the Germans came. Her father had hastily buried liqueurs in the garden, and found them years after the family's return, still drinkable.
We then sloped off to The Farmhouse, a place new to me not far from the airport for lunch of incredibly fresh cod and chips. Here discussed finer details of our collection, next steps and so on. Then off to the west coast to look across at Lihou Island, and delve into Le Creux ès Faïes, a place redolent of dark magic, and then took a walk under the grim Nazi tower built on top of a Martello, and looked across in a bitter wind to Lihou Island as the dogs mooched happily about us.
After stopping off for a Costa coffee, where we gossiped for some time, and after a smidge of shopping (much Rioja, prawns, a red pepper, and Toulouse sausage) we repaired home. Jane cooked up a paella, including her speciality, sex-in-a-bowl recipe of chestnut vacheran. Jane's pal June also came along. June considering a move to Eastbourne as her licence to work in Guernsey is almost up.
Eventually, after a nice lot of wine and food, it was time for bed.
* Turns out they are Border Terriers as any fule kno.
Below the delightful Joan Ozanne, Richard and I in Le Creux ès Faïes, the Nazi tower, and looking out at Lihou island.
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