Wild chickens of the Vale

Up very early to complete my French work before setting off for Guernsey. Richard texted me on the Gatwick train to say that there had been fog and delays at Guernsey airport. But luckily there were no delays and few adventures in my journey, though the sky was full of cloud.

Found both Richard and Jane at departures. Jane had been fogbound overnight in Alderney and had only just arrived, and sadly had to go straight back to work. Richard and I headed for Hojos in St Peter Port for a snack and a glass of wine. The main thing to celebrate today was confirmation that the Guernsey Arts Commission is supporting our A Guernsey Double book. So, excitingly, A Guernsey Double will see the light of day very soon - possibly early May. This combined with an introduction by Edward Chaney, thanks to Jane, makes this a very positive and auspicious publication for us. A book with my name on its spine. Fantastic.

Home up to the Vale in the north of the island, and a walk around with Rufus and Holly the dogs. Nearby there are two pigs in a sty, and Richard lifted Rufus onto the wall (at his request) and he was bizarrely trembling at the site of them. Very odd. Then up for a walk around Vale Castle in the rain, and home via a flock of wild chickens that lives picturesquely nearby.

Richard and Jane do not have a TV, which is amazingly liberating. Richard smashed a full bottle of red win on the carpet minutes after Jane arrived. Once finally able to sit down and sip a glass, Jane unwound a little and eventually conjured an exquisite three courses including a version of bread and butter pudding. Much talk into the night.

All well in Guernsey.

Below wild chickens in the hedgerows, a view from Vale Castle of a mill the Nazis customized, and rocks near Bordeaux Harbour.






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