i’m baaaack


I actually returned from my two-and-a-bit weeks away on Tuesday, but I’ve been jetlagged and swamped with laundry and taking the kids places. Dad’s funeral was on the second full day of our stay. I was nervous as heck about presenting the eulogy with my sister. We both wondered whether we’d get through it without choking up. Thankfully we made it through, with a few tears afterwards when the music was playing. Quite a few people came, including many who worked with my dad and mum at the bank when they were in their twenties. We went to a hotel afterwards and had a buffet which gave us more time to socialise with those who wanted to talk.

France was so clear from the east coast of Jersey that you could see the wind turbines

The rest of the holiday was spent getting out and about. Tai Chi Man and I didn’t just take our three boys – we also took along ds2’s best friend, a girl, though not a “girlfriend.” It meant we had to take two cars out to carry everyone, so we borrowed FIL’s car plus the one that had been my dad’s, a newer Fiesta Zetec, which I really enjoyed driving.

a wall lizard, one of many at Mont Orgueil castle

The museums and other historical sites in Jersey could really teach a lesson in interpreting history to the people in my city. Brilliantly done, the main museum, the Maritime museum, Mont Orgueil castle, Elizabeth Castle, La Hougue Bie, the War Tunnels – lots of well-presented history lessons of Jersey’s past from Neolithic times through Norman times and World War Two.

knitted ship at the maritime museum

Sadly, not much in the way of beach strolls – we really had a lot of rain, and it wasn’t just my imagination. The first week of October brought the precipitation of a month! The last few days were drier and sunnier so we did get in a couple of walks around the country lanes. The one time I did walk with my sister and her friends along the beach, I was caught in a hailstorm and got absolutely soaked.

knitters did their bit in WWII

We made sure to stop at tearooms and coffee shops so that the kids could inhale their quota of “chips” aka fries. Most of the time we ate in (staying at the in-laws), shopping at supermarkets and cooking for ourselves, though there was a dinner out with the family – 18 of us took over a small restaurant owned and operated by friends of my sister. If you’re ever in the vicinity, I recommend Bracewell’s. Call ahead for special requirements.

amphibious vehicle for getting across to elizabeth castle when the tide is up

We also visited Durrell, the world-famous wildlife centre which works to breed endangered animals and return them to the wild. They also educate people from all around the world in animal conservation. They had a new arrival – a baby gorilla – though it was hard to see as its mother was being understandably protective of her baby and her privacy.

Elizabeth castle

Our flights all went well and on schedule. We had to take three flights each way, with a taxi transfer between Heathrow and Gatwick. Eighty miles an hour on the M25 got us there in time, though I definitely recommend a 5 hour gap between arrival at one and departure from the other – three hours was only just enough.

La Hougue Bie, man-made mound, passage grave and chapel

I knitted a couple of the DanDoh scarves – photos to follow as they’re in the dryer. In the end, I didn’t wear one at the funeral, but I did wear it another time. Mine is a yellow green with a cast on/bind off edge of purple, and the other is reversed, purple with green edges. I intend to give the purple one as a gift.

arty shot of typical British fare

That’s it for now. Talk to you again soon.

3 responses »

  1. Good to hear you all arrived back safely. That was interesting reading about the knitting done during the war and that plaques were put up to remember the effort.

  2. The plaques about the knitting during the war were at the War Tunnels, an underground hospital (now museum) that was built with slave labour during Jersey’s occupation by the Germans.

  3. I just had a d’uh moment: of course you’re a fanatical knitter – you’re from Jersey, it’s in the genes! It was probably one of your great-great-great-great-great-grannies who invented the original jersey.
    Lovely photos, thank you for sharing them!

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