March, time to travel. Because of the ninety-day ruling for travelling in Europe, we couldn't go to France as we have plans for a rather adventurous European trip in June. So, we decided on Jersey, fourteen miles off the coast of France. Marge isn't with us, the roads here are too narrow, so we brought 'Madge', our new car. She's a Peugeot Rifter, with all the room Wee Margie had, and younger. Our blog is Marge the VW, but being able to write about all our trips using all our vehicles is a way of keeping a memory log for us both in later life. So Madge, buckle up, it'll be fun1
After a bumpy ferry
crossing from Poole, we arrived early evening at our airbnb accommodation, a
self contained flat in the village of Trinity. This morning, we were able to
fully appreciate our surroundings. peaceful, beautiful countryside, with a view
of the sea and France.
Keen to explore we set
off early soon stopping at the pretty fishing village of Rozel. For the first
time in ages, we felt warm outside, and enjoyed taking a walk around. People
swam in the harbour whilst others gathered for a catch up over coffee and bacon
baps. We mingled with the locals and everyone was very friendly. High on the
hill, the upvc cloches covering the vegetables growing in the wild area caught
the watery sunlight as they rippled in a light breeze. Our first morning on the
island, and it felt very laid back.
Then a walk through St. Catherines Woods, roaming through the trees, hopping across stepping stones, and then washing our boots that had sucked into the mud along the path, in the gently flowing stream took us to lunchtime, after which we took the coast road to Gorey to view the 800 year old castle that cast a shadow over the exposed seaweed marbled sands of the harbour.
1 comment:
Love Jersey and guernsey Trev worked over there so we had lots of happy trips. Enjoy xx
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