Can you believe it? The Channel Islands
still has one pound notes! Can’t buy much with ‘em, though!
Last time I went to Scotland, only a couple a years back,
they still had notes, there, too. I’ve ransacked me brains, inter-cranial and
on-line, but can’t understand why the bank of England pulled the paper notes out
of circulation! The stereotypical untruths about the Scots hardly compare
with the Channel Islands Franglish atmosphere or tax dodge allure of the high
life, so why do they have ‘em, and we don’t?
A recent journey down to the southern outpost of the United Kingdom,
aboard a notoriously nick-named Vomit Comet, was one I
had been promising myself for some time. Calm seas and patches of sea mist
teased me magi-nation, as we popped in and out of pretty St Peter’s Port on our
way to Jersey. But, oh dear! Oh dearie, dearie
me… On arrival at St Helier, I was wishing I’d jumped off at the “Welcome to Guernsey” sign.
Jersey’s
industrial looking ferry port did not seem as attractive to this disembarking
sea sailing adventurer as its picturesque neighbour.
However, after a very pleasant lunch and meander round the
shops, I did find something very interesting on me trip.
The
Havre des Pas Lido is an outdoor pool just off the beach at Havre des Pas, within walking distance
to the port and town centre. I didn’t quite see the individual pools, as such, with
the tide so high, but it was downright exhilarating walking down the steps into
the chillingly refreshing deep clear water and swimming without getting extremities
caught up in seaweed or sand sifting through me unexposed bits.
Setting aside the ferry's tiered seating sections of first
class, reclining seats and standard seats reminiscent of a bygone, class
conscious era, I still enjoyed the journey to the Islands as much as my brief
stopover. I guess that kinda goes along with my drifting perspective, inhaling
each new moment in my quest to find new inspiration.
