I am, without doubt, a fair weather cyclist. And a short-jolly-distance rather than a round-and-round the island cyclist at that. I bought my bike two years ago, and it gets dusted down and oiled at the start of the summer, and packed away to the back of the shed in the autumn. But in between time, I use my bike to cycle to and from work, or to the beach or to my field. It’s the kind our kids call the granny bike, but I don’t care. I love the sitting up tall cycling position, and the very useful wicker basket at the front.
I have lived close the Havre des Pas for most of my time in Jersey, and it’s the place we used to walk to when my son was just a dot, where he spent hours collecting crabs and splashing at the waters edge, and where he learned to snorkel and dive when he was older. The swimming pool beach. It’s one of the first places the cousins want to come to as soon as they arrive in Jersey, and it’s where my sister and her husband had their wedding reception last year.