Goodbye to Guernsey

Last day, unfortunately. After lots of dieting, we have put on weight again thanks to belly-busting breakfasts and boozes, so maybe a good thing that we are leaving. After leaving our cases with reception, we made off down to Moulin Huet again. By the time we reached the sea the sun was out, and the sky was blue. I spent much of the time walking about in bare feet in the water, and Lorraine did a bit of the same, and we soaked up the sun. Words can't really describe how much I love that place or how it makes me feel. Along with La Gran'mère and Icârt Point, it is one of the spiritual centres of my universe, so lovely that Lorraine loves it so much. Eventually though, we had to leave. Stopping for a cup of tea at the tea garden, which was quite busy.

Taxi was early at the hotel, and we made off to the airport. I have an app on my phone which goes off if there is lightning nearby, I looked at its map and south of Jersey and on the French mainland was quite a bit of stormy weather, we sailed up into the blue, however, and as I had neurotically bagged the window seat was able to see Herm and Sark, as we'd taken off eastwards. As ever, feeling a wrench seeing Guernsey slip away underwing.

Nothing much to report about the journey otherwise, other than we drove home from the airport. Home at around five. Nice to be back, and the cats pleased to see us.

A bit later we went to the Preston Park Tavern to meet Rosie, or Hosie as she was known in Brazil, and Innis. Nice catch up over some drinks and food.

In Moulin Huet; on the way back to the hotel, and Herm from the air.