Heavenly walk

Up for a large breakfast, and then took Mum off to Torteval to see Betty Tostevin. A difficult journey in which we got lost again, and many of the lanes were blocked off. Cue me swearing again. Finally arrived at Torteval Church and said a quick hello and kissing of Betty, who was looking fairly well considering she has been sick for some time.

Then back to the hotel, where we drove Pat and Maureen to Icart Point again to say goodbye to the island. A stunningly beautiful day. Pat and Maureen really liked Guernsey and were sad to be leaving. Off in a taxi to the Airport with them, and saw them safely off through the security gate.

Then Lorraine and I decided to walk home from the Airport. We walked down towards Petit Bot again, but then cut up the cliff path and made our way through astonishingly beautiful paths decked in wild white garlic and sea campion, bluebells, daises, yellow gorse and pink flowers too. A riot of beauty in fact, and the sea looking stunning below us.  Lorraine and I in heaven.

Nature red in tooth and claw however, and we noticed lines of big ants surrounding large writhing furry caterpillars. Felt really good to be walking freely. We saw Pat and Maureen's plane take off into the blue sky too while we were on the cliffs.

Then back to the Barbarie and sat outside by the pool drinking lager with Mum and cheerily shooting some breeze. In the evening we three walked off to The Queens Hotel where we had a decent meal with plenty of vegetables. I had lemon meringue for pudding. I have disgracefully put on about a stone in the last week. To compound my badness, back to La Barbarie for a couple more drinks, and a plot and scheme about tomorrow, before bed.

Below Pat at Icart, me brooding Byronically at Icart, Maureen, wild garlic at Icart, me on the cliffs and nature being red in tooth and claw, Lorraine in a leafy path, and Icart from a distance.