Well I’m having a lovely time in Guernsey. The sun is shining again today and got a break down by the seaside. I remember as a child reading Enid Blyton stories that always seemed to be set on the cliff-tops

She used to describe the grass as being, “springy turf.” Today, that’s just what I was walking on. She also wrote about pinks flattering on the cliff-tops and sure enough there were a few pinks still in flower today. Real Enid Blyton adventure country.