I got out early this morning just after 7 and it was a lovely 18 degrees as I partook of my breakfast sharp climb to the cliffs above Greve de Lecq. It was to be cliffs at the start and end no matter which way I went round, so I went for the harder ones while fresh. The stiffness from yesterday’s marathon soon left me and though I took my time I was still happy with progress.
Look like a large stone man is sitting just behind the ridge with a cup of coffee in his hand.Greve de Lecq well behind me in the morning sun.The lone silver birch in the middle of all the green.The massive German battery at Plémont. I never got to see any puffins on the Isle of Man but maybe here as after a rescue effort puffins are big in this area.Christ! They weren’t joking.And on to BIg Nose for those who need a translation.A lovely bit of trail, Grommet. Just warm enough.The Grosnez from this side doesn’t seem too nosey.Ze other channel islands on the horizon. I’ll see you soon.German naval tower. We still see buildings standing that were made with Roman concrete. So, unless someone tears them down these will last thousands of years.The gun broken and left to the elements.While next door, one cared for – a bit.I turned South down the West coast. St. Ouen’s bay.This one seems to have been broken into. I wonder did they find any Wehrmacht bodies. No. They did not. ‘Cos the 10,000 troops here had a ball. Building castles and playing on the beach with no sign of those nasty Russians anywhere. Now then. You know how in Beachwatch they be running all the time with surfboards under their arms.Here they park up having planted one every 800 metres or so.La Rocco tower, shot up in target practice by the Hun and restored after they’d gone.Getting to the end and the last cliffs I’ll have to do.Starting the climb. Thank you nice beach with your tide out.Some of them were worked into the natural features like this one.Round by that lighthouse thing and only 2 more bays to go. Can’t believe I am this close after that first day.Interesting signage.Now at the lighthouse and still feeling OK but for a stiff right knee.You can stay in this one if you like.A big Hallo and echo, echo, echo cave.I haven’t got a clue. A shelter for a 3 storey tall horse?They’ve preserved the railway that used to take the shells to the guns.When you let your dog off the lead and see the Parish Hall Enquiry team, this is where they put you to learn your lesson.I can just see Quaisné poking out on the far top left.The hooded monk stands guard for eternity.Getting closer, but it’s always further than it seems.Lychgate at St. Brelade’s church.Now why the strange cross. Don’t they know that the other Zombie children with not play with her.St. Brelade’s bay then across that small rocky head before the tide gets in and onto Quaisné beach.WTF is the point of the beach rules sign up there?The rocky scree slope I stumbled down last evening.The Old Smuggler’s Inn and circuit complete. Now, a cold non-beer in celebration while awaiting le taxi.The rules of the inn. Seems reasonable, should get a copy for mine.
