This morning we abandoned the car at Jerbourg Point and fled through the lanes to Fermain like we’d been caught shoplifting sex aids, figuratively speaking. It was a glorious burn. We turned into the cliff paths at Bluebell Woods and the way that the sunlight shimmers through the trees, was magically spectacular. Running through woods alongside battalions of proud bluebells gave me the fuzzy feelies. We pushed on through the gigantic cliff path steps and padded along the soft mud packed trails. Our sweat at the end of the run sparkled. The sun is shining quite hard today, with little wind and that’s rather lovely to bathe in whilst trying not to fall over the cliff path edge.
I took these photos last year, when the bluebells were out on parade. I think they might be brighter this year!
These are on sale yummers!
Last night we went here for dinner and it was lovely. We were in the top part of the restaurant with the windows open. I hate that stuffy feel that restaurants have sometime. The cool sea breeze drawing in made it easy to stay talking at the table until midnight(ish).