Poole

  

Well, that's Jersey done. Another tick on our 'places to visit list'. We'd had a wonderful time; the weather came good after arriving in the rain and dark last Saturday. But Sunday had dawned dry and bright and we drove to Rozel just along the coast, so it only seemed right that we re-visit it this morning before driving to St. Helier for our return ferry. 

And of course, a coffee and hot chocolate had to be partaken at The Hungry Man kiosk on the harbour. Sitting soaking up the sun, the temperature 18 c, we noticed that many of the people sat around us were familiar faces from our last visit. Rozel, a small but perfectly formed village, home to fishing boats and brightly painted holiday homes. Why wouldn't you want to be there?

But sadly, we had to leave, so we drove slowly along the narrow roads, lined with lush green banks carpeted with hosts of fresh yellow daffodils. Never in our lives have we seen so many daffodils as here, we constantly admired them and never tired of seeing them. They just lit the whole island.

St. Helier, after the quietness of the rest of the island was a shock. Traffic, noise, chaos. This wasn't the Jersey we liked. But the ferry back to Poole sailed from here, so we joined the throng and eventually squeezed ourselves into the waiting queue and eventually onto Condor Liberation, the catamaran that would return us to Poole, stopping at Guernsey to pick up more passengers on the way. The other channel islands clearly visible as the ferry powered through a swell that tossed it around in the ocean foam.

Upon our arrival in Poole, early evening, just as the sun was going down over Brownsea island we appreciated the beauty of the area we live in. Some of the other passengers marvelled at the landscape, and we realised we were lucky to live amongst this natural beauty. 

Madge is now parked next to Marge who'll be heading to Scotland soon. We hope you'll all come along on the trip with us.