I think I have fallen in L♥ve with Jersey.
After moaning about hubby booking a 6.15 am flight last Friday - I had to eat my words because by 8.30 am we were having a lovely cup of tea and bacon rolls here:
I could have sat there all day, in fact all week. The warmth of the September sun, the lovely gentle sound of the tide, the odd Seagull flying by, breathing in that beautiful sea air, drinking in the view to France and enjoying the perfect cup of tea and the perfect bacon roll. To me the perfect place - a little cove called Greve De Lecq hardly built up with this fab beach and veiw. I was in heaven. The little weatherboarded restaurant called Colleens
will remain etched in my memory forever.
I can tell you now, that reliving this in my mind will see me through the cold days of winter, whenever I close my eyes I can visualise myself back there.
Jersey is one of the Channel Islands and lies 100 miles south of mainland Britain, 14 miles from France. It is a tiny 9 miles by 5 miles, that is 14 x 8 kilometres.
We did a couple of circular walks - the island is a walkers paradise, and this coastal walk was breathtaking.
Hubby was working on the Saturday so I had most of the day to myself - I know I said I may stay in bed and get room service, but I just couldn't. We were staying in the main town of St Helier at quite an historic hotel. Jersey was occupied during the Second World War and was the last place to be liberated. Liberation was announced from the balcony of our hotel, which today overlooks "Liberation Square" and is marked with a fabulous statue and plaque to the war.
I wandered around the town and had coffee, then found this bustling colourful market
I also visited the local museum where there was a collection of Marilyn Monroe costumes, no pictures I am afraid, but it was very interesting.
I did relax with a little crochet in the afternoon - the "Twin Stripes" Jan Eaton square for SIBOL
During the time we were on Jersey we covered pretty much all of the island and it is all worth visiting, lots of lovely bays, but I have to say my heart is lost to Greve De Lecq, it kept drawing us both back and it was our final stop off on our way to the airport to come home
Speak soon xx
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