Last day in Guernsey

Saints Bay
We walked from Icart to Saint's Bay, eating blackberries along the way while people kept running past us along the cliff paths for a half marathon. We had a slice of gâche at Saints before walking up the hill.

We stopped to look at a large gathering of ducks on a pond, and as we left they all came out of the pond and followed us up the road, almost in single file. We were beginning to feel like Pied Pipers, but as they caught up with us, a man came out of his house with about three loaves of bread which he broke up and gave to them. After a lot of squabbling they ate the bread and walked back down the hill to their pond again.

We went to the airport by taxi, and flew back to Gatwick then Pete and I went our separate ways home. I got home only to find my poor husband ill with a cold.

Jerbourg to Fermain and poets

After another large breakfast we walked off towards Moulin Huet and walked up the Water Lanes pausing to make wishes in the well at the top, and then to Jerbourge and to St. Martins point and on to Fermain where we had lunch with ducks begging for scraps. We were amused to see the ducks swimming on the sea pestering people on boats for food.

We walked up from the valley and Pete went off to meet up with a poetry group called Poets in Motion, and I took the bus to St.Peter Port and mooched around town for most of the day.

Pete and I met in the hotel bar for a nightcap and to talk about the interesting evening he had with the poetry group.
















Fermain Bay