Leaving Guernsey

Flying off today. Mixed feelings about leaving. Not long enough after three years, but certainly far far, better than nothing. 

Up for breakfast, and then packed. Lorraine not wanting to be rushed, so I went for a short walk past the house that is still called Chelsea, where Gwen and Dave used to live, and where Mum had the Tobster. The house looks a bit tatty and unloved, but it was nice to see it. After paying up, Lorraine and I walked down to Icart to 'our' bench were I had proposed, and just hung out. I took some photos, and Lorraine knitted another tentacle just happy to be out in the fresh air. Our stay had felt a bit short, but so nice to feel that so much remains unchanged too. We walked a little around the cliff and then back to La Barbarie for a cold drink and some crisps. Ravis came and shook our hand as we left. All very friendly and nice.

A taxi to the airport with a mumbly but amiable driver. Guernsey taxi fares very pricey: £15 from La Barbarie to the Airport. Security at the airport farcically jobsworth. I had to empty my case, and have my camera swabbed to make sure it wasn't really an explosive and so on. Madness.

The flight okay, although cloudy and a bit bumpy as the prop plane never gets too high and it was cloudy. 

Home easily. I called Mum and then collapsed on the gold sofa with Lorraine. Sam kindly went to collect curry, and we simply relaxed. Nice to be home.

Below assorted snaps on the last day. Valerian blooming from a wall, our old house, scenes in and around Icart point, the social distancing stickers in the airport.