Spring Weekend

We both took off early from work on Friday -- yay for flexi-time! -- so that we could enjoy the late afternoon sun. Our beach down at Ouaisne was busy; the tide was out and plenty of people were out for a stroll. Women in bikinis, even!

I'm so glad we did get to enjoy the weather, because although the weekend was supposed to be even better, it totally wasn't! Anyway, no complaints because Friday evening was lovely. We set out off across the bay to St Brelade, to have dinner at the Crab Shack (mmm, yummiest crab cakes!) before walking up to James's parents' house.

Here is Ouaisne bay as we set out; judging by all the tracks in the sand, it must have been a busy day for boats, too:

Here's a special kind of sandcastle. I guess some kind of little worm makes them; there're usually hundreds all across the beach and on Friday they were even bigger than usual -- about as big as your fist.

And here we are; there's the Martello Tower in the background:

James decided to take a photo through my sunglasses:

And there goes the ferry to England! It's much bigger than the one we took to France:

Outside the Crab Shack, looking back towards Ouaisne (as far in the distance as you can see):

James tried some artsy photography; I thought it turned out pretty good!

Oh! These are our next-door-neighbours. Locals at the Smugglers (imagine James sitting at that bar when he was six -- probably with those same men!):

And here is our friend and Smugglers' barman, Stretch. He's only slightly taller than James at 6 feet, 3 inches... (plus another 2 inches for the hair?) He has to duck his head to get through all the doorways in the Smugglers:

This, from our wonderful local paper today (in the ACCOMMODATION WANTED section):

Retired lady, non-smoking and retired cat, need one bedroom flat, ground floor, town area, reasonable rent.

Love it! I wonder what line of work the cat was in before it retired, and whether it has a good pension.