Our 8th visit to Guernsey in the last eight years.



With each visit, Guernsey becomes more welcoming and friendly. At first, we visited all of the tourist sites but over time Guernsey has become a place "to be" rather than "to do." Some people go to their cottage to slow down and relax. In many ways it is the same for us but we do it in Guernsey.
This time we added a night in Jersey and a few days at the end In London.

 
Petit Bôt Bay, one of the prettiest bays in Guernsey, as seen from ome of the most challening walks on the South Coast
Shell Beach on the east side of Herm
Elizabeth Castle on a rocky islet in St Aubin's Bay defended Jersey for more than 300 years
 
The parish church of St Mary in Vale where William P B Loney is supposedly buried
Neolithic grave on in the north of the island of Herm
The Parish Church of St Martins where William J Loney is buried
Tana visits the Guernsey SPCA in the rural area of Vale
 

Liberation Day May 9th

Through the rain & even in the face of a power cut,Guernsey showed true Sarnian spirit and steadfastly remembered and celebrated the island's most special day. 

Here the Chelsea Pensioners are inspected by the Lieutent Governor of the island
Festiva’s Liberation Day Concert
Liberation Day Fireworks in the harbour
After lunch with Tony Gillett
Favourite pub in Portobello Market
Portrait of Florence Nightingale at the museum
Sunny Afternoon is the story of The Kinks’ rise from life on a dead end street to living the rock star dream of fame, fortune and glory. As a musical it offers a l glimpse inside one of Britain’s greatest bands, on a journey through the euphoric highs and agonising lows of pop success.

As a repeating visitor to Guernsey, I am always impressed by the bus service, whether it is the enjoyable trip around the island (#91) or the wandering routes that get me to my various destinations. And the drivers generally excel at giving travel information or advising me as to which stop to get off.

But, in my visit this month, they exceeded all expectations.

To explore the north of the island one afternoon, I took the #91 up to Pembroke. I hopped off only to discover that I was missing my favoured smoking pipe. I searched the grass around the stop unsuccessfully. On the chance that it had fallen out of my pocket on the bus, I decided to wander the coastline while I waited for the next #91 to come along. Getting on, I explained my predicament to the driver and asked if anyone had reported finding a tobacco pipe. He told me to have a seat and give him a few minutes. It was not long before he called out that I was “in luck,” a pipe had been found on another  bus. Surprised and relieved,  I asked how to retrieve it. And again he asked me to give him a few minutes. I waited, wondering how and where I was to go to get it.

But, before long he called out: “Is this it?” There in his hand was my pipe.

Apparently, I know not how, the two drivers, going in opposite directions, had coordinated their schedules so that as they passed they could hand-over the pipe. There was no delay, no waiting, not even a sense of pause in travel but the magic was done so that as I now sit and write this, I am able to enjoy another puff from this favoured pipe.



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