As followers from ” thereadrovers.wordpress.com ” will know, we have a connection with Jersey, a place we lived in for 12 years and where our daughter and grandson live.
After our mammoth trip earlier in the year we had just under 2 weeks at home before setting off for a week in Jersey, starting off on our local ferry from the Isle of Man driving down from the North of England to Poole before getting another ferry to Jersey.
Condor Ferries provide the ferry service from the UK to the Channel Islands and have invested heavily on a new ferry to replace some ageing ferries first brought into service over 15 years ago and had offered some interesting discounts so allowed us to travel Club Class with considerably better seating.
Both ferries have had their troubles since introduction but our crossings were uneventful, albeit an hour late arriving in Jersey, although the upgrade was certainly worthwhile as the ordinary seating was a little cramped, we heard.
Two days after arrival was May 9 which date has particular significance for Jersey and Guernsey as this is the anniversary of the two islands being liberated from the German Occupation that occurred during the 2nd World War.
There are several books written on the Occupation which might interest fellow bloggers and Jersey.com features many interesting articles about life under the occupation so this is really just a blog on our time in Jersey in May 2015.
Yes, two parts of British soil had been occupied during the 2nd World War by German troops, so 9 May 2015 had even more significance as it was the 70th anniversary of the liberation and even more celebrations were planned.
Liberation Square is the area where the German surrender took place and I was fortunate enough to be involved in the 50th anniversary celebrations there when, as part of a Male Voice Choir – The Harmony Men, – we sang at the celebrations.
This year, Sarah & Harry, Sally & I (Ali joined us later) headed for Liberation Square only to be stopped on the approach by many vintage and World War II vehicles, including tanks and other army vehicles with occupants showering us with sweets, much to Harry’s delight.
Around the town the procession passed and onwards to a local park for further celebrations in the company of Sophie, the Countess of Wessex but that was not for us with a 3 year old.
After the celebrations were over we managed to meet up with some Jersey friends as well as babysit Harry, have breakfast in a beachside cafe, walk on the lovely sandy beaches and bring back some freshly dug Jersey Royal potatoes.
But of course, we managed to have some quality time with Harry who loved the big boys play area at Coronation Park and washing granddad’s car.
One of our friends, Kevin, was to celebrate a significant birthday the day after we were to leave but had a celebratory dinner organised in a unique setting, on the sea front in St Helier adjacent to an old railway station, recently renamed “The Lookout Cafe” from “First Tower Cafe”. A windy location but at least the rain kept off.
No delays on the ferry back from Jersey and after an overnight near Gloucester, we headed to our friends, Phillip & Sylvia for a weekend in Chedworth where we went out on Friday evening to a pop up restaurant in the local village hall and a concert in the same village hall the following evening by the local singers.
A bit of a bumpy crossing on the ferry back home on the Sunday evening but at least it was on time.
Now for the disruption of having a new floor in the kitchen, repointing part of the outside but most of all, Flic’s wedding preparations.