What a Mammoth day.....
You know those days that seem to drag on painfully slow? And those gone-in-a-blink-of-the-eye days? Or better still, that special day where there seems to be all the time in the world, and it feels like you have 2 days for the price of one? Well, for me, last Thursday was one of those days.On a whim I took the day off work to spend with my hubby, who is still recovering from a badly broken ankle. We drove the Breakwater cafe at St Catherine's for a traditional English breakfast looking out over the long arm of the harbour wall.
Past Jersey's own hobbit house.....
And down to the tiny Belval cove for a look because I couldn't remember ever actually visiting here before.
From above it really doesn't look like much, but when you stand on the pebble beach you have lovely views to St Catherine's on the left and the red and white striped tower of Archirondel to the right. And I love love loved the pastel coloured pebbles on the beach.
The sea wall here is made of Rozel conglomerate, which looks like a dark concrete full of pebbles but is actually part of Jersey's volcanic past. Aptly called pudding rock locally.
It was beautiful to look up at the green budding trees and bright blue sky and feel like finally spring has arrived.
It made us laugh when we drove passed this scarecrow doing a very poor job of keeping the ducks and geese off the new potato crop.
We ended up at Societe Jersiaise for a meeting on Ice Age Jersey and hear about the archaeology plans for the coming season. And it was here that I saw my first ever real live (but dead, obviously) mammoth tooth! I couldn't believe the size and weight of it (think one and a half bags of sugar) and to be truthful if I had found it I would more than likely have thought it was an old dark sandstone rock, and probably wouldn't have looked twice. Pity I didn't manage to get a picture of it, but I'll follow that up and show you another day.Back out to Gorey harbour and we stopped for a lovely crab sandwich at Cafe Louise, looking out over the majestic Mont Orgueil castle.
Next stop, going solo, was to my field to fix the broken panes of glass in my tumble-down greenhouse, which still managed to look very pretty in the sunlight. I was pleased to see the onions and shallots were up, and there were even flowers on my strawberries.
Across the road from my field is a quiet and pretty beach so I took myself off for a walk to enjoy the late afternoon sunshine.
The best part of living on an island is the the small changes made by time and tide, twice a day, every day. Who could ever get bored of the beach life?
That evening we headed to the Rozel for dinner at the Inn there. Delicious food, as usual.So, now can you see just how mammoth a day we had?