It was high tide when we woke up this morning. There was a strong wind blowing, and the waves were crashing against the sea wall below. Seaweed and debris were being thrown up onto the promenade and even onto the hotel’s terrace. The forecast suggested that the rain would stop around ten, but that it would remain windy all day. The forecast also seemed to take great pleasure in telling us that the temperature would feel like -4 °C.
We were in no hurry, so we strolled down past the Spa for a leisurely breakfast and sat chatting over our toast, fruit, yoghurt, eggs, bacon, sausage, potatoes and whatever else we fancied. At least we wouldn’t need anything else until dinner.
We returned to our room and got ourselves ready for today’s adventure. We had decided to visit Gorey on the east coast.
We caught the bus outside the hotel and discovered we could buy a ticket that was valid all the way through, including the change of buses in St Helier. (I wish I had realised this yesterday.) We only had a couple of minutes to wait at the bus station before climbing aboard the No.1, which took us the last leg of the journey. The overnight rain had stopped, but the wind was gusting up to 40mph, and it felt very cold. The forecast suggestion of -4 °C seemed pretty accurate. We climbed off the bus at Gorey Pier and strolled along towards the shops, stopping at a store that specialised in knitwear from Guernsey, Jersey, France and also had a wide range of Barbour clothing. We stood chatting with the proprietor for ages. I think we got her whole life story, from birth in Jersey, childhood in France, and the fact that her mother is Norwegian. Diane kindly bought me a lovely sweater for my birthday before we left the shop.
We found our way to the steps, which took us up to the medieval Mont Orgueil Castle. This was an imposing fortification dating back to the 13th century and built on a rocky outcrop surrounded on three sides by the sea and cliffs. From the battlement, you can see France, just 14 miles away. It had, in fact, been used as a defensive location since the Iron Age. French attacks and sieges during the 13th and 14th centuries led to improvements and a strengthening of the garrison, and a number of improvements and renovations have been made over the years. It was an intriguing place to visit, and we had free rein to wander virtually anywhere we wanted. The battlements and wards were exposed to the biting wind, and whilst they offered some stunning views, they were too cold to linger for long.
We clambered back down the steps (equivalent to 10 flights of stairs) and found our way to a small Cafe where we sat down for a cup of coffee and a slice of millionaire’s shortbread. We lingered for a while, but then hopped on the bus back to St Helier and changed for the bus to St Brelade’s Bay. The whole journey back took about 65 minutes. (I must say that I’m very impressed with the Liberty Buses on Jersey; they seem to run on time, and there is a flat fare for all trips. If a trip requires a transfer and that is within an hour of starting your first trip, the fare can be covered on the first ticket.)
We ditched our outside gear and went down to spend some time in the lounge. Di enjoyed a pot of tea and some fancy cakes, while I enjoyed a glass of beer. We stayed for about an hour, then returned to our room. Like yesterday, the cloud seemed to be breaking up near the horizon, but this afternoon we seem to have gained a rash of surfers braving the cold wind.
(Unfortunately, the surfers only appear as black dots in the surf in this photo.)
We went down to the lounge for dinner. Today's special was a lovely chunk of cod, grilled and served on a bed of vegetables. We both chose the special, and it was delicious. We finished with some ice cream before returning to our room for the evening.
