Super September

September 2023

The month began really well – still in France! Didn’t return to Guernsey until the 3^rd, to glorious hot weather. My birthday was the hottest I can remember and, in a bonus, I was not at school!

So of course I went blackberry picking and then for a half km swim in the sea at Rocquaine.

The blackberry picking started quite well. However, the Pleinmont brambles are among the most unfriendly and inhospitable I have yet to meet. They tried to hide any juicy, ripe blackberries under prickles and behind nettles; thorns came at my fingers unseen, swiping hard and leaving thorns buried deep under the skin; and each spray of berries only yielded one or two ripe ones, the rest remaining stubbornly hard, red and unripe.

I persevered, but my heart wasn’t in it. I usually love the mindfulness of blackberry-picking, along with the silence, but that day I encountered a coachload of cruise ship passengers coming from the gun, a group of serious elderly men, striding along with walking poles, and a couple of German tourists I recognised from the ferry over from France. Still, it was lovely to be able to do it and rarely go to Pleinmont headland, so nice to have a different adventure.

On the way to the beach, I decided to go down a narrow footpath to a friend’s field. When we had open air church in July, I had noticed quite a few brambles in the hedgerows and so thought it would be a good place to investigate. I gathered a few along the lanes as I went there and by the time I had finished, had a 2 litre boxful – enough for a start on the Great Jam Making of the season. So all was going, well, until I took a Wrong Turning and ended up in a part of the woods I had never ever been before.

It was around midday when I started on My Great Birthday Adventure. I was lucky to get out before darkness fell….

I knew the general direction to go – downhill – so off I went. The path became progressively steeper and rockier, winding around in circles until suddenly some steep steps appeared. No other way to go – except back and up. No ordinary steps either, but ones made for giants, hewn out of granite and put in at irregular angles. The rain had evidently tried to find its own way down, carving out gullies at the side, but that was of no help to me as I carefully hauled my heavy bike, hand firmly on the brake, down beside me.

It just got worse. Eventually I could see tarmac, but at that point there was only the narrowest of footpaths – me or the bike, and of course the bike won – and to even step down onto tarmac was pretty difficult. Then, on the last metre, as I had managed to step down and was about to lift the bike down after me – said bike refused. A hefty branch had come out of nowhere and stuck its fingers between the bike’s spokes, halting it very effectively.

That took quite a bit of time to disentangle.

Even Richard, who often walks the dog in the general area, had no idea where I had been.

Otherwise, we spent the first week busily unpacking the house and catching up on huge machine-loads of washing. The ironing, of course, is another matter… I may be finished by Christmas.

Not joking. Having got back to school for a day, I found myself taking on supply in Year 6 for a colleague away ill. Diving in at the beginning of term wasn’t ideal for me or for the children, disappointed not to be getting ‘their’ new teacher, but they are a lovely class and we all got on well together. It was a bit of a juggling act with my usual day and a half, but the weather was kind and I enjoyed being back in the classroom with agreeable children, teaching a variety of subjects – including P.E., organised by my lovely colleague Pete who gave me lesson plans and great ideas. I had taught all the children before in their way up the school, so it all seemed quite easy. What was especially lovely was that the management were very grateful to me for stepping in, going as far as to give me a card and a huge bunch of flowers. Quite unnecessary, but much appreciated.

All useful pocket money… so we decided to go to Tanzania in December to see Finn and his parents. Deep breath – the flights were three times the price we paid for them just after Covid – but it seemed a good opportunity.

In other news: I hosted a ladies breakfast, after an eighteen month gap. There were a dozen of us – almost too many to fit in the dining room, but the weather was so hot that we sat outside, although we needed to retreat into the shade as the morning progressed. It felt really good to reconnect with friends old and new, gathering together around the table…

We had an ‘old’ friend, Peter, come to visit. His primary purpose was to experience the Guernsey Air Show, which he was able to do in stunningly clear and warm weather. He was absolutely thrilled by it all and hugely appreciative of everything he did, especially the Air Show, the German Occupation Museum and the Little Chapel. We even managed an evening beach barbeque with a marvellous sunset!

And the swimming! Still ‘warm’ – 18 degrees – and so I managed quite a few swims down at Rocquaine, even in the evening after work when it was beginning to get much cooler.  Such wonderful exercise.

The month passed quickly… by the end of it, had almost straightened the house out after the summer away, although still lots of little niggly projects to get done, and a mountain of ironing…as well as dealing with piles of windfalls collected on hedge veg. I expanded my repertoire of apple recipes very rapidly!  The Rugby World Cup had started, so proved to be wonderful entertainment while I got some of these chores underway…and more to come next month.

Autumn hadn’t, yet, arrived. The weather stayed remarkably warm, with some days so hot and sunny that we could sit outside – Wendy and Nicholas were down in Guernsey from Glasgow and we were able to sit on the patio over an alfresco lunch all afternoon, catching up and sharing our lives… a precious friendship. I finished my spell of supply – it had been great fun, with a wonderful class and the added bonus of being able to feel more part of the school and connect with my colleagues on a more regular basis than I am able to normally, only coming in for a day and a half each week. The gardening jobs were slowly completed and I began to catch up with friends once more.

A very different pace from the previous two months, but hugely enjoyable. Being busy is energising. Yet we still had time to enjoy moonlit evenings and see the super-bright morningstar, our house’s namesake, shining in the eastern dawn.

Traffic - me on the bike, and one car - stopped when this friendly moggy occupied the centre of the road. He moved off to greet my bike with ecstatic purrs and much rubbing against the wheels.

Duck jam on my way down the lane.

Pickle sitting outside the guestroom, mournfully hoping that Peter will appear.

It's still summer outside church!

Majestic May, Journeying through June

Back to more regular blogging… and the month kicked off in majestic fashion with the coronation on May 6^th. There was a fever pitch of excitement from the media, huge interest in the royals and much gossip about them, and an impressive display of military splendour. I watched most of it, as it was such a historic occasion. Quite impressed by the service in Westminster Abbey – more churchy than I was expecting, somehow, though why I should be surprised I don’t know, as the coronation has always been a religious ceremony. Much of the symbolism passed me by, but it was, I suppose, all quite spectacular.

Until I found out that the British taxpayers had footed the £100 million bill. Don’t tell me that the royal family bring in billions if not trillions of foreign visitor money… I’m sure the Eiffel tower and the Colosseum do something similar for France and Italy, though perhaps the maintenance costs might be comparable… hmmm.

Apart from that, life continued. Richard’s birthday saw us enjoying sundowners down at L’Eree, the sun so warm against the wall that I even contemplated a swim… but settled for a paddle instead. The sea temperature, after all, is still 12 degrees. #toocold

We started the process of preparing the house for our summer guests, catching up on spring-cleaning, gardening, and completing fiddly little jobs and bits of clearing/sorting out.

The motorhome got a new seal on top – the old one having become brittle and in danger of cracking. It did take two of us pushing and pulling, but it was surprisingly easy to do – no dramas at all.

The pot plants were topped up with compost and fed. The geraniums had survived the winter pretty well, but several were still looking ridiculously leggy and needed another trim – hopefully they will bounce back by June. I planted out more osteospernum cuttings on the bank, in they hope that they will take and then spread, providing colour instead of the grass already there. (The grass needs a good trim.. but I put the shears ‘somewhere’ in February and they have not yet emerged from their hiding place. I have NO IDEA where they are.)

The vege patch (I won’t dignify it with the term ‘garden’) on the other hand, is producing only a magnificent crop of rhubarb and a few straggly spinach plants which have immediately gone to seed. But I have pruned and tidied plants on the patio, helped by the disappearance of the ivy from next door which was always trying to invade, so hopefully the wonderful clematis (large, early-flowering – a Nellie Moser?) and the jasmine we planted a couple of years ago will take off. The ‘Super Fairy’ is also becoming quite prolific, just needing some careful feeding to fulfil its pink potential – looking forward to those hundreds of blooms in a couple of weeks.

Other satisfactory events included acquiring a new set of patio furniture through the wonderful second-hand pages on Facebook. Our previous chairs had lost their plastic coating and were completely rusty, so it was a wonderful find, along with a useful pair of sandals and some summer clothes.

I began to pick up more supply teaching, including in a new school; home group started again, always so good to be together; and, of course, the weather began to improve, though much of the month was characterized by a very cold wind, tempered by the sun.

Not so satisfactory was selling the Micra. On the plus side, we did get a little money for it rather than having to pay to have it disposed of. And it went to a delightful young man who fell in love with it. He had spotted it as he drove by, so drove in, rang the bell, and asked us to sell it to him. He was a huge fan of Micras and I did feel it went to a good home. He even asked its name! We couldn’t help noticing his skip of delight as he bounced back into his car when he collected it. But still… it had been my trusted companion for nearly 19 years. I had even, when our friend Stuart prayed for us when he dropped us at the car auction, had an inkling that we would end up with a red Micra. (I don’t like he colour red and a Micra was not necessarily what we were looking for, but as soon as I sat in it, I KNEW.)

The other not so satisfactory occurrence was being laid low for 4 or 5 days with a virulent stomach bug… Bizarrely, my sister-in-law in Cambridge seemed to have had exactly the same at the same time.

And then a Godincidence: my close friend Tricia from Guernsey, at a conference in the UK, met my ‘sister’ Catherine – my close friend from VMM days, with over 40 years of friendship under our belts. Not only that, but both Tricia and Catherine lived in Tanzania for a while… #lovethis

June saw a lot more sunny weather – but oh, the WIND. Strong – force 5 – 6 for a couple of weeks – and a cold north-easterly. We are able to find several sheltered spots around the house but it was generally very wearing and it seemed that summer was definitely tardy, although the western parts of the UK experienced wonderfully warm weather.

We were busy, though. Our first guests were due to arrive on 10^th June, whereupon we would decamp to the campsite in the motorhome. Working steadily through the jobs needed to prepare the house and garden, we were able to get everything finished in time, which is surprisingly satisfying.

The guests were delightful, very friendly and helpful – they even offered to water the plants. They had decided to travel by bus, but I was able to give them a lift towards the supermarket when they arrived and someone else, seeing them waiting for the bus one day, gave them a lift into town. Indeed, when they left, the same lady (I eventually worked out that I knew her! #typicalGuernsey) took them to the airport as she was collecting her sister on the same flight. #suchaGuernseything

Our week at the campsite was delightful. The winds had dropped and it was WARM. And it is always a pleasure to reconnect with people we know there, particularly Jean, Vanessa and Paul who we first met in 2020 when they were camping next to us. (Not visitors: local residents who help out at the site in the summer.)

And there was more supply teaching, which worked out well. Coffees with friends. Sea swimming – one week I managed to swim every evening when the weather was particularly warm – up to 25 degrees, one day!

The water was cold, but not too painful. I quickly ditched my shortie wetsuit and eventually managed to go in without gloves as well, though the neoprene boots are always useful – protecting my feet from the inevitable stones in the sand.

Back home more gardening, more sorting and cleaning, finishing off various motorhome jobs, catching up with friends for dinner on various occasions and enjoying the weather before Jonny, Adele and Finn visited at the end of the month.

Wonderful.

Awesome October

OK, not alliteration but it sounds a bit similar.  The WEATHER!  20 degrees or thereabouts for the first half of the month – hot sun riding shotgun with warm winds from the south. Positively balmy. My only problem has been having to be in a classroom all day...
Sunrise...

                                                                                  ...Sunset

Still, we managed to get some surfing in on the back of a hurricane in the Atlantic – good waves, great fun. I wasn’t so sure about the 7.30am Sunday morning surf, though – it was pouring with rain, massive puddles across the roads as the drains were blocked with leaves – as it was really quite stingy on the face. Not that I noticed after a few minutes... just trying not to get dumped on the sand by the waves. Super exercise.

The garden has still looked great. At the beginning of the month we chopped down and dug up one of the cabbage palms – the smallest, near the garden patio – as it had died. It really was a ‘we’ – the Gardener (also Handyman/Plumber/Carvalet/Carmechanic etc etc) used the kango to dig up the root but it kept getting stuck in the woody fibres so I had to help pull it out and unstick it.  I then managed to persuade him to let me plant an apple tree, a long-held desire, which is now growing there in its place. Hopefully it will survive. I’d still like to get another tree or two... have my eye on a spot on the kitchen patio where a cotoneaster died after the winter. The fuchsias have still been flowering madly, giving up just in time to welcome the nerines - the Guernsey lily - shining pinkly, almost fluorescent, in patches.

And there are still tomatoes...and jars and jars of chutney...

And breakfast with friends:

Of course, it turned wet and windy halfway through the month, but really, it didn’t matter. Pickle still enjoyed napping in the window.

Good news from Cat and Andy on the other side of the world: Andy found a job in Auckland; finished his master's a month early; and they moved into a house, sharing with Andy's sister and Cat's dear friend Bex. Now, just waiting for Baby to arrive next month...

Jonny and Adele enjoyed half term camping on the Tanzanian coast...

Meanwhile, at home, half term was rapidly approaching, bringing with it the prospect of a breather: off to England for the motorhome’s yearly check. A good excuse to catch up with friends and family...

The biggest excitement for me, though, was an invitation to a tea party at Buckingham Palace. No, not with the Queen. More next month....

Spectacular September

Back from France on September 1st.
Back at school on September 3rd.
Back to some feeling of 'normality' on September 22nd.

Bit of a helter-skelter month, really. The weather has been wonderfully warm - 24 degrees or thereabouts on several days - and the sunsets have been amazing. We managed to catch a few...

Enjoyed a meal overlooking this lovely bay (L'Eree, on the west coast) for our anniversary. 34 years. Who'd have thought?

There was, of course, BLACKBERRY PICKING. A particularly good crop this year. Love it. Standing in the sunshine, enjoying the quiet, with only the birds and, perhaps, a reluctant and disappointed small dog, patiently waiting to continue with the walk. It did also offer the opportunity to meet one of our neighbours, coming down to the adjacent field to care for her horses.

September has also been a great month for reconnecting with friends and neighbours: meals and other social get togethers, catching up with lots of laughter. Add in Skype conversations with Tanzania and New Zealand...

A special cupcake for a special baby: yes, it's a GIRL!

 It was also great to be reunited with our resident orchids...

Our neighbours drove off to Crete (!) - a wonderful road trip through France, Italy and Greece - kindly leaving us with two huge tomato plants, grown from seeds from their visit to Santorini last year...

House guests. Eventually - and several holey leaves later - I realised they had brought uninvited friends with them: small green caterpillars...some not so small, either.

Santorini tomatoes

Waiting to become chutney.

Finally: I slowly became acquainted with my new class....and Margaret and David came to stay. Fond memories, good friends.