Freesias and worm hearts
Down to Petit Bôt this morning Mum, Maureen and Pat all squished in the back of the car and talking about sardines. Walked about over the stones, to the sand, and then returned to doze meditatively on the bench above the bay. The sun flirting with us behind a large black cloud. An American woman staying at the Barbarie passed by and we had a chat with her.
Then off to Torteval again to the Imperial Hotel for a spot of lunch, slightly chaotic but filling food. Mum spoke to her other brother Peter on the phone, and then I got a work call to confirm an interesting freelance assignment to start the moment I get set foot in the UK.
Then we drove off to find the Freesia centre, and spent some time circling down lanes in the middle of the island accompanied by me swearing at the map. Finally found the Freesia centre was in fact four or five long greenhouses with freesias growing in them. I love the smell of freesias, so was in an olfactory heaven.
Some mooching here, and Pat and Maureen bought some corms and other trinkets. Then off to the North of the island to the sandy northern Pembroke Bay where Lorraine and I stripped off our socks and shoes and had a lengthy paddle, cool but delicious on the toes. There was a tiger striped Guernsey donkey there too which is something you don't see every day.
From there down Port Soif for a cup of tea and a joke about mother in laws with a man working there, then to Cobo, where we went to the fish and chip shop I'd been to once with Richard and Jane, and we got some rather excellent fish and chips and ate them on the beach striding about looking in rock pools and so on. Then with the sun lowering over the sea, we motored back to La Barbarie, for a drink after what had been a rather lovely day.
Below Petit Bôt, inside the Freesia centre, the tigerish donkey, Lorraine and my feet in the sea, and a heart shaped worm cast and rock pools at Cobo.
Then off to Torteval again to the Imperial Hotel for a spot of lunch, slightly chaotic but filling food. Mum spoke to her other brother Peter on the phone, and then I got a work call to confirm an interesting freelance assignment to start the moment I get set foot in the UK.
Then we drove off to find the Freesia centre, and spent some time circling down lanes in the middle of the island accompanied by me swearing at the map. Finally found the Freesia centre was in fact four or five long greenhouses with freesias growing in them. I love the smell of freesias, so was in an olfactory heaven.
Some mooching here, and Pat and Maureen bought some corms and other trinkets. Then off to the North of the island to the sandy northern Pembroke Bay where Lorraine and I stripped off our socks and shoes and had a lengthy paddle, cool but delicious on the toes. There was a tiger striped Guernsey donkey there too which is something you don't see every day.
From there down Port Soif for a cup of tea and a joke about mother in laws with a man working there, then to Cobo, where we went to the fish and chip shop I'd been to once with Richard and Jane, and we got some rather excellent fish and chips and ate them on the beach striding about looking in rock pools and so on. Then with the sun lowering over the sea, we motored back to La Barbarie, for a drink after what had been a rather lovely day.
Below Petit Bôt, inside the Freesia centre, the tigerish donkey, Lorraine and my feet in the sea, and a heart shaped worm cast and rock pools at Cobo.
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