Jersey Walk Day 6

Steve and Iva were havign a lie in and lazy day today and so I got up alone and had some left over cheese with some french stick we’d bought at the campsite shop on our return the day before. I got the 9.35 bus into St.Helier and waited around for 10 minutes for the Number 1 bus out to Gorey Pier at 10.10am. It was a really crowded bus with lots of folk standing at various points along the way. I got to Gorey and set off on my last day’s walk by going up the path to the castle, behind the little houses and shops facing the harbour.

I really wished that I’d not been so terribly tired the day before and had managed to finish off this little tiny stretch, but Hey Ho!! It was really rather pleasant to be back into half decent scenery with smaller bays and rocks – a pleasant morning’s stroll. The first bay to be rounded was Anne Port which seemed quite pleasant – pebbles, and as the tide receded, more sandy.

The pretty town of Gorey.

Looking back over the harbour from my climb up to the castle.

Looking back at the castle.

The pebbly beach of Anne Port.

I carried on along the road and then the small path that runs parallel after Archirondel Tower. The tide was out further than when we’d all been here on the first day of our holiday. It was a very pleasant stroll to St.Catherine’s and I sat on a bench for a while, being in no particular rush. I took to clambering over the rocks and the beach at Fliquet Bay, and instead of climbing the lane we’d used before, I carried on scrambling and climbing across the rocks right up to La Coupe Point and a nice little beach before it.

Lovely bays and Archirondel Tower with its red and white stripes.

The way ahead over the rocks of Fliquet Bay from St Catherine's breakwater.

A scramble over rocks with sandy gullies between

The nice little beach at La Coupe Point and behind St Catherine's breakwater.

I took the steep lane up out of the bay here (Rue de la Coupe)and then took the next right back down to the coast and Saie Harbour. It was a pleasant walk, descending through woodland and then along the coast to the burial mound (Dolmen du Couperon) that Steve and I had visited earlier in the holiday. From here it was a walk back along the path we’d taken and back to the campsite.

Looking back at Saie Harbour and beyond La Coupe Point.

From the path near the burial mound (Dolmen du Couperon), looking across the mouth of Rozel Bay at last!

When I got back at about 1pm, Steve and Iva were out somewhere and so I went to sit by the pool on a lounger to sunbathe and read for a while. At about 2pm I went back to the tent and found the others back, but they’d eaten, having been down to Hungry Man takeaway at Rozel Harbour for a brunch. I was really tired and so went for a sleep for a couple of hours. When I awoke, I showered and then we all caught the bus down to Rozel Harbour. Steve and Iva bought bread and cheese to have for tea. I wanted something more substantial and so, when they set off to walk back up the hill to the campsite, I set off to the Rozel Bay Hotel to write some diary and have food. This evening I had garlic mushrooms in cream with garlic toast to start, and supreme of chicken filled with garlic and camembert, wrapped in bacon with asparagus sauce to follow. Both were lovely. That finished, and diary up to date, I set off on my walk back up to the campsite.