A Giant Egg
Squally, rainy morning. We decided to go into Town and were waiting for the bus, when a local man stopped in his car and said that the bus route had changed and he didn't think there would be a bus there, and he'd give us a lift to where the bus would come. Once we got chatting we realised that we'd been at school at the same time, and we chatted all the way into town. Unexpected kindness.
Then mooching about looking at clothes. Lorraine muttering in a disgruntled way about the clothes, none of which were right. So we had coffee instead. Nearby was a second hand shop where I made a fascinating purchase for a mere £3. A copy of The Star (Guernsey's oldest newspaper now absorbed into the Guernsey Press)for Tuesday May 2 1944. The front two pages of this four pages crammed with offensive Nazi propaganda, and updates 'From the Fuehrer's Headquarters'. Strikingly antisemitic and horrific of course. But it is in the smaller Guernsey news that the truth of the occupation leaks out:
Sumptuously dining on a large egg. Says so much. Lorraine and I were going to spend more time out and about, but the weather was of the steadily raining type, so we spent a relaxed time reading and chilling in the afternoon, before our last evening meal at La Barbarie, where we sumptuously dined on roast pork belly. The staff very friendly to us. And we had a few drinks afterwards, and were bought one by Andrew. Cheery and convivial.
Below I painted this picture of cliffs (not actual cliffs but provoked by them) in the afternoon.
Squally, rainy morning. We decided to go into Town and were waiting for the bus, when a local man stopped in his car and said that the bus route had changed and he didn't think there would be a bus there, and he'd give us a lift to where the bus would come. Once we got chatting we realised that we'd been at school at the same time, and we chatted all the way into town. Unexpected kindness.
Then mooching about looking at clothes. Lorraine muttering in a disgruntled way about the clothes, none of which were right. So we had coffee instead. Nearby was a second hand shop where I made a fascinating purchase for a mere £3. A copy of The Star (Guernsey's oldest newspaper now absorbed into the Guernsey Press)for Tuesday May 2 1944. The front two pages of this four pages crammed with offensive Nazi propaganda, and updates 'From the Fuehrer's Headquarters'. Strikingly antisemitic and horrific of course. But it is in the smaller Guernsey news that the truth of the occupation leaks out:
Who wants a giant egg?
A keen supporter of "The Star" Help-the-children Fund has made a generous donation of by giving a very large egg which is to be presented to the donor of the highest contribution to the Fund by next Saturday.
The egg may be seen in the window of "The Star" shop, Bordage Street, and all sympathisers with the objects of the Fund are asked to do their best to earn what will be a really sumptuous meal for the lucky recipient.
Sumptuously dining on a large egg. Says so much. Lorraine and I were going to spend more time out and about, but the weather was of the steadily raining type, so we spent a relaxed time reading and chilling in the afternoon, before our last evening meal at La Barbarie, where we sumptuously dined on roast pork belly. The staff very friendly to us. And we had a few drinks afterwards, and were bought one by Andrew. Cheery and convivial.
Below I painted this picture of cliffs (not actual cliffs but provoked by them) in the afternoon.
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