under another sun

To the gem of the sea Off to Gatwick in the afternoon with Lorraine. After a morning tying up loose ends. Zoomed through but found we were delayed, giving me plenty of time to sink a couple of beers in the Flying Horse while watching the screens. The flight very nice however climbing out of clouds to the clear skies over the Chanel Islands. Soon in Guernsey and even on the runway, the soft, fresher air hits you. Off to La Barbarie in a taxi and after dumping our cases, and getting a warm welcome from Andrew Coleman, and other familiar people in the hotel, Lorraine and I walked to Icart point in the growing dusk. The old curved streetlights in the lane down to Icart looking especially Narnian. A feeling of unreality about the walk because even though it's just a short hop over the water, it takes a little longer for your soul to arrive. Sat on the bench high above the sea, looking southwest as the stars emerged, until the cool and the thought of food tempted us back to the hotel. Af...

Back to Guernsey Rushing about in the rain, with black bags of rubbish to the skip, and trying not to get cross with a random mad woman who told me that Calliope, who was waiting for me to return, wasn't happy and should be indoors. Flight to Guernsey was bumpy, the plane sandwiched between layers of cloud. Guernsey overcast and rainy when we arrived. I for one was grateful to touch down, despite the beautiful views of a grey and brooding Herm and Sark as we flew in. Met by Richard at the airport and we quickly repaired to the Farmhouse in his van with Rufus and Holly the dogs, for our now traditional fish and chips. As we were sipping our drinks and embarking on our gossipathon, Richard was called by a woman from Lexicon, one of the bookshops in St Peter Port having sold out of A Guernsey Double , and wanting more stock. This rather pleasing. Lovely chat with Richard along with the knife and forkwork. Pleased too that he understood my need for a bit of solitary cliff walking and ...