We’re in Guernsey, staying at a nice inn just outside St. Peters Port. A goodly number of photos of Lily James gazing wistfully into the middle distance adorn walls in the town. Clearly the movie has been good for the local economy (and probably did Lily’s personal finances no harm).
It was a large day (as Bill would say), starting with an exciting 3 hour ferry ride from Poole. Strong winds and 9ft waves off the quarter made for a bumpy ride. Lots of people saw their breakfast twice. The ferry people were doing a good trade in sick bags, with people hanging over the rear leeside. Fortunately I felt fine, but M had to stay outside and stand at the rear keeping a steady gaze on the waves and not the folks, ever increasing in number as the voyage continued, turning green beside her. She was very happy that she hadn’t eaten breakfast.
The weather was warm and sunny when we arrived. Nice walk out to a little beach this afternoon.
The three chalk stacks you can just see in the background are called Old Harry Rocks.
Will he keep that breakfast down?
The Tardis as a boy. (Post boxes in Guernsey are blue, not red.)
Nice beach.
Sentient sand worms.