Coming and Going

As one son and his family left, another arrived.

So excited

As soon as Diccon and Charlottes’ two children, Oscar and Maia, scrambled down the Flybe aircraft steps, they started running towards the terminal building leaving Mum and Dad behind. Baggage in hand, all four emerged from Customs and the children ran into our arms.

With cries of ‘Can we go to the beach?’ and ‘Can we go on the boat?’ we find the car, drive to Beaucette Marina and board Play d’eau. The sun is out in all her shining glory and it’s hot.

Beaches and Walks

Suitably smothered with oils and lotions for protection from the blazing sun, L’Ancresse and Pembroke Bay were first on the list. Walking along the coast line past Fort Doyle and Fort Le Marchand, low tide showed off the vast sandy beaches where explorations of pools, worm casts and seaweed brought squeals of delight.

South Coast

Waking to a slight overcast, a walk along the south coast from Saints Bay to Petit Bôt Bay with its Loop-holed Tower and mandatory tea-room was eagerly chosen.

With so many roads closed we couldn’t leave a car at Petit Bôt Bay. Simple. We’d walk both ways!

Instead of potential rain, the skies cleared and the sun shone. With wellies and rain coats in rucksacks rather than suntan lotion, some of us were somewhat reddened by the time we returned.

Beaucette Restaurant

A meal out saw us at Beaucette Restaurant (again) with all six of us. With cushions for Oscar and Maia, we spent the next two hours eating, laughing, and being spoiled for choice. The wines were good as well…

Until next time

Our time together went far too quickly and the now all too familiar drive to the airport saw us motoring along the coast road. Errors on their boarding passes meant a close shave to missing their flight, but they didn’t.

Lin and I gave yet more hugs to the children, waved goodbye, and headed for the car.

With no more family to take their place, there were no more shriekings and no more clamourings of ‘What are we doing tomorrow?’. Play d’eau seemed empty when we returned. But soon we found the odd shell, sprinklings of sand and sticky finger marks. Memories. Glorious!

Until next time. Mmmm.

Piers and Lin
from the memory banks of
Play d’eau
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