Moulin Huet and the moon
A breakfast in our self-catered room of Guernsey tomatoes fried in butter on toast. An unhurried and excellent way to start the day. Eventually we organised ourselves, and Mum went off to see Ken a brother of my Granddad, while Lorraine and I popped into The Captain's to book a table and then sauntered down to Moulin Huet.
It was a gorgeously sunny day with the tide having turned recently and starting to come in. We lurked about, Lorraine finding rocks to sit in the sun on till the sun started lapping at her feet, reading and absorbing the Moulin Huet loveliness. I lurked about with my camera snapping at everything with complete abandon eventually as the sun went behind some clouds and things got cooler we made our way up the hill again. And met Mum coming the other way. She went down to the bay to take some snaps.
Lorraine and I made our way to The Captains where Mum met us a little later. A good Sunday lunch to be had there, and couple of refreshing pints of beer as I mentioned to Lorraine and Mum on more than one occasion, I am still sluicing the desert dust from my pipes.
Back to the Barbarie. Because Mum still had her walking legs on she and I went for a walk down towards Saints then took the cliff path towards Moulin Huet. Big moon hanging low over the cliffs as we walked eastwards towards it. A magical sky sight, we got talking to a woman called Cornelia walking her dogs, who it turns out works in the Guille-Allès library in town, specialising in children's books.
It getting dark and a bit ankle twisty, we took the cut up past the Bon Port Hotel, which seemed to be shut down, and through some half remembered back lanes till we emerged opposite Les Douvres and were almost home again.
After a large late lunch at The Captains we ate little tonight, sharing a tasty cheese platter in the Barbarie's bar and having a couple more drinks and playing euchre with mum, who could not remember how to play it, but still managed to win several hands.
Below Lorraine and Moulin Huet, me at Moulin Huet, various bits of the bay, a house near La Barbarie, Mum on a bench dedicated to Dolly, who was her aunt, and one of my grandfather's sisters, various glimpses over the cliffs westwards to the setting sun, and east towards the moonrise.
It was a gorgeously sunny day with the tide having turned recently and starting to come in. We lurked about, Lorraine finding rocks to sit in the sun on till the sun started lapping at her feet, reading and absorbing the Moulin Huet loveliness. I lurked about with my camera snapping at everything with complete abandon eventually as the sun went behind some clouds and things got cooler we made our way up the hill again. And met Mum coming the other way. She went down to the bay to take some snaps.
Lorraine and I made our way to The Captains where Mum met us a little later. A good Sunday lunch to be had there, and couple of refreshing pints of beer as I mentioned to Lorraine and Mum on more than one occasion, I am still sluicing the desert dust from my pipes.
Back to the Barbarie. Because Mum still had her walking legs on she and I went for a walk down towards Saints then took the cliff path towards Moulin Huet. Big moon hanging low over the cliffs as we walked eastwards towards it. A magical sky sight, we got talking to a woman called Cornelia walking her dogs, who it turns out works in the Guille-Allès library in town, specialising in children's books.
It getting dark and a bit ankle twisty, we took the cut up past the Bon Port Hotel, which seemed to be shut down, and through some half remembered back lanes till we emerged opposite Les Douvres and were almost home again.
After a large late lunch at The Captains we ate little tonight, sharing a tasty cheese platter in the Barbarie's bar and having a couple more drinks and playing euchre with mum, who could not remember how to play it, but still managed to win several hands.
Below Lorraine and Moulin Huet, me at Moulin Huet, various bits of the bay, a house near La Barbarie, Mum on a bench dedicated to Dolly, who was her aunt, and one of my grandfather's sisters, various glimpses over the cliffs westwards to the setting sun, and east towards the moonrise.
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