Day 3 of the Channel Island Circuit.
Jersey ticked. Alderney ticked. Guernsey and Sark to go (and possibly Herm to be safe) in the next 2 days.
We caught the bus from Guernsey Airport into St Peter Port (a flat £1.25 for any ride, anywhere), and Mrs RM decided she wanted to sleep. SLEEP ! Plenty of time to sleep when you’re dead.
I let her catch the bus up to St Pierre hotel, and hit the town.
St Peter Port is a lovely town. You can necessarily see it from Google 3D (above), but it’s properly hilly,
a much quirkier place than St Helier. More Hastings Old Town than Bexhill, and I’m not sure I’d realised that before.
It also seemed rather smarter and more modern than its neighbour,
The port at St Helier looks more modern, with high rise flats leading to the ferry, but I saw far more evidence of the financial services industry in St Peter Port, and rather smarter restaurants, along the Esplanade.
And a genuine gastropub.
A CAMRA award winner for conversion from its former use as a depository for confiscated Life Membership cards, it now offers such delights as “Cauliflower Burnt Ends, Pomegranate & sesame sweet chilli sauce (ve) £7.5“, as well as televised sport (it’s Gaelic football, Nadine), chilled toons,
and rare beers. Actually the first Randalls I’d seen in decades. Shame it was so average (2.5).
I really, REALLY, hate those glasses. But the Slaughterhouse is a tremendous success, the courtyard looking like Fleet Street at 7pm on a Friday, full of smart people with wine in buckets.
I lasted 3 minutes, then headed for Market Street. Much quieter here, with pubs called Cock and Bull and Golden Lion.