Dowsing for beginners
Walked to Icart first thing this morning (after a large breakfast) and wended around to Moulin Huet. Here we took the steep slope down to the bay, and sat on the bench taking in the gorgeous view. Before we lost ourselves among rockpools, and watching the lively sea surge among the rocks with slaps and booms.
Then it was time for lunch, and we repaired to the Captains again, where it was busy with Sunday roasts being served. It seemed rude not to have one too, so we were found a table and slaked our throats with more cold Pony ale. Nice food. Yelps from the other part of the bar where Manchester United were beginning their worst day's football in decades, being hammered by Manchester City 6-1. I thoughtfully texted Anton with six smiley faces in the afternoon, but then Chelsea went on to lose unexpectedly so I deserved it. Anton texted the season is over for me football does not exist in my life. And later, as the bitterness grew, fergie and the toupe wearing scouse need to come back with two cups before I will even take an interest in them again.
Lorraine and I indulged in a brief afternoon snooze, and then were collected by Richard. Fab to see him as usual, and he drove us up to the Vale where Jane had prepared a particularly yummy meal. We drank wine and shot the breeze for Richard and Jane are very good company indeed. Richard told me a story I'd never heard about when he lived in Northern Ireland, and how he lived in a flat above a shop selling musical instruments. The owner stopped paying protection money, and the placed was bombed, taking Richard's flat with it. In comparison, Guernsey is his respite and a place where it is peaceful enough to write.
Among Jane's numerous activities, including learning how to build websites, her Camilla work, and generally winding down having taken early retirement from her exhausting education career, is in dowsing. She had two copper handled metal dowsing rods, which spun about when you held them. Most intriguing. Some people use them as a way of finding out more than where water is, but as an aid to decision making and various investigations.
Everyone a bit bushed when the taxi came at 11, and the driver told us all about his decision to move to France and work in Guernsey. Lorraine has a knack of making taxi drivers say really interesting things.
Below trees in Moulin Huet valley, down in the bay, Lorraine looking at rockpools, the Dog and Lion rocks.
Walked to Icart first thing this morning (after a large breakfast) and wended around to Moulin Huet. Here we took the steep slope down to the bay, and sat on the bench taking in the gorgeous view. Before we lost ourselves among rockpools, and watching the lively sea surge among the rocks with slaps and booms.
Then it was time for lunch, and we repaired to the Captains again, where it was busy with Sunday roasts being served. It seemed rude not to have one too, so we were found a table and slaked our throats with more cold Pony ale. Nice food. Yelps from the other part of the bar where Manchester United were beginning their worst day's football in decades, being hammered by Manchester City 6-1. I thoughtfully texted Anton with six smiley faces in the afternoon, but then Chelsea went on to lose unexpectedly so I deserved it. Anton texted the season is over for me football does not exist in my life. And later, as the bitterness grew, fergie and the toupe wearing scouse need to come back with two cups before I will even take an interest in them again.
Lorraine and I indulged in a brief afternoon snooze, and then were collected by Richard. Fab to see him as usual, and he drove us up to the Vale where Jane had prepared a particularly yummy meal. We drank wine and shot the breeze for Richard and Jane are very good company indeed. Richard told me a story I'd never heard about when he lived in Northern Ireland, and how he lived in a flat above a shop selling musical instruments. The owner stopped paying protection money, and the placed was bombed, taking Richard's flat with it. In comparison, Guernsey is his respite and a place where it is peaceful enough to write.
Among Jane's numerous activities, including learning how to build websites, her Camilla work, and generally winding down having taken early retirement from her exhausting education career, is in dowsing. She had two copper handled metal dowsing rods, which spun about when you held them. Most intriguing. Some people use them as a way of finding out more than where water is, but as an aid to decision making and various investigations.
Everyone a bit bushed when the taxi came at 11, and the driver told us all about his decision to move to France and work in Guernsey. Lorraine has a knack of making taxi drivers say really interesting things.
Below trees in Moulin Huet valley, down in the bay, Lorraine looking at rockpools, the Dog and Lion rocks.
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