It rained heavily throughout the night. Either it was high tide or the sea was full when we woke up just before seven. We had a quiet hour or so in our room before going down to breakfast. We are used to having a good breakfast selection when staying at The Victoria, or Carlyon Bay, but they were no match for the breakfast menu here at L’Horizon. We were in no hurry, so we lingered over breakfast.
Because of the intensity of the rain, we decided that a trip to the Jersey War Tunnels would be a good idea (after all, it doesn’t rain in a tunnel). We caught the 12A bus, then the No.8. It was a good job we had dressed in our waterproofs, as we were soaked by the time we had walked to the entrance.
The tunnels were dug out over two years by forced labour. Over 14,000 tons of rock were removed, and the walls were lined with 4,000 tons of concrete. Originally, the tunnel complex was destined to be a munitions barracks, but was repurposed as a main casualty receiving station. At one point in the tour, we stood some 60 metres inside the cliff, and 33 metres below the surface. The tunnels were well worth the visit. Somehow, they managed to personalise the predicament of the Occupied Islanders and brought the story home in a very real fashion.
When we had finished our tour of the tunnels, we went up to the cafe for a coffee and a scone, then made our way down to the bus stop to head into St Helier. We walked to the museum (it was still pouring with rain) to see The Occupation Tapestry, only to find we were at the wrong museum. We did an about turn and headed for the maritime museum. When we arrived, we found it was Pirate Week for the school kids’ half-term holiday. The Tapestry room was infested with loads of kids being entertained by two adults dressed as Captain Jack Sparrow and his sidekick. We ignored them and made our way around each of the tapestry panels. They were quite stunning in their content and their detail. The stitch count worked out to 256 stitches per inch; across the panels, there are over 7.5 million stitches. This photo shows just one of the many panels that were created by each of the participating parishes.
We walked back to the bus station and grabbed the 12A back to the hotel. By the time we arrived, the rain had almost stopped, and there was a break in the clouds to the western end of St Brelade’s Bay. We changed out of our wet weather gear and headed down to the lounge for a drink. By the time we returned to our room, the sun was just visible over the western end of the bay as it sank below the cliffs.
We chatted about dinner and decided to stay put in the hotel again. We chose comfort food tonight. Diane had a shepherd's pie, and I chose their salmon dish of the day. It was hardly haute cuisine, but it was immensely tasty and a perfect end to the day.
