Day 2 of the Channel Islands Chug, the moving day, and I bravely asked Mrs RM if she fancied walking the five (5) miles back to St Helier from Brelade Bay.
To her eternal credit, and possible regret, she agreed.
It’s a gorgeous walk through minor routes to St Aubin, the Sandbanks of the, er, south, with plenty of unidentifiable flowers.
OK, it’s not sandy beaches, but when did you last see an Englishman in the sea in May ?
No further GBG ticks needed, of course, but a quick look on What Pub revealed the stately looking Old Court House is “the Liberation Brewery Tap Bar, a new showpiece for Liberation Brewery“.
Well, why not. If worst come to worst it’s a pre-emptive cert, and at best it provided a Mrs RM approved lunch of seafood linguine and squid.
Our fellow diners, who I’d like to think of as ancient but were actually the same age (middle) as us, had never heard of “Last of the Summer Wine“, despite the chap looking the spitting image of Compo.
“How WOULD she remember it, though ?” said one, “she’s been living her life“. The mind boggles.
Excitingly, the actual pub (the Westward) is downstairs and if you attempt to go in the posh restaurant upstairs without a suit you’ll be shot. Probably. The pub itself was a little fussy in the Brunning & Price style, mind.
But the Liberation IPA was, once again, a cool and tasty NBSS 3.5. They acquired Butcombe in 2014, and Butcombe was pretty much the default guest beer in their pubs in Jersey. A success story, I reckon.
As was the long walk to St Helier along the coast, though we regretted not packing the suntan lotion.
The coastal noddy train (there’s probably a latin name for them) was giving tourists a commentary on Jersey highlights equally divided between the actual liberation of the island from the Nazis and the role of fertiliser in potato production.
All some way from the chic and upmarket capital, where we arrived back three hours before our ferry to Guernsey.
What on earth do you do for three hours waiting for a ferry ?