Jersey: Cows and paracetamol

27 August 2010

On our last day we had time for a little more sightseeing before our flight home in the afternoon. After much consultation of the maps, we decided to head to the Katherine Best jeweller. We’d seen the adverts for the place everywhere we went and on the offchance that the lady did indeed own the entire island, a visit seemed the right thing to do.

Ordinarily catching the bus from our hotel to the jeweller’s would have been a piece of cake, but it just so happened that the road was being dug up and so the bus no longer came to the end of the hotel’s road. We got directions from the hotel receptionist and headed off through the country lanes, pulling our cases behind us. We admired the beautiful Jersey cows – who stood when Suzy mooed them the instruction to do so over the hedge – and when we realised that we’d been walking far too long with no sign of the windmill in which Katherine Best was housed, Lauren got (better) directions from a lady pushing a beautiful old-fashioned pram.

Suzy and I were lagging a way behind Lauren and Dave because my legs had decided to play up and hurt like hell. I was concentrating on walking and cursing my joints when a car horn sounded behind us. I looked round and the girl I’d seen at the airport when I arrived pulled up next to me. I crossed the empty road to talk to her and her friend, whom she was taking back to the airport.

Windmill

Caroline had actually come out to look for me at the airport, but we’d already got straight into a taxi and gone. And now we’d met in the middle of nowhere thanks to us being sent down the wrong road by our hotel receptionist. I wish I’d had longer to talk to them, but before we’d had a chance to swap much more than our names all the traffic in Jersey – including a tractor for extra dramatic effect – had piled up in both directions wanting for me to get my backside out of the way. We said goodbye, making promises to connect on Facebook – and indeed Annie was waiting in my inbox when I got home.

Eventually we found Katherine Best and I knocked back a couple of painkillers and sat outside in the sunshine with Dave recovering from the walk while Lauren and Suzy perused the jewellery. The grey clouds disappeared for a while and revealed a blue, blue sky and as I looked up at the great sails of the windmill against the blue I wondered if I’d find the energy to get up and take a picture of it before the clouds came over again. Didn’t happen unfortunately, as you can see!

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4 Responses to “Jersey: Cows and paracetamol”

Eva
28th August 2010 @ 12:42 am

Those are uncommonly beautiful cows. Also, I am appeased by your recent updates (and will therefore not mobster-menace you), but keep it up, or else.

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doow
28th August 2010 @ 12:48 am

Interestingly when it came to moderating your comment, WordPress only offered me “Approve comment” or “Sleep with the fishes”.

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Eva
28th August 2010 @ 2:51 pm

I have people everywhere.

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