To be continued...
Through The Viewfinder and What Alice Found There
A few weeks ago I was lucky enough to jet off to the stunning island of Jersey for a short break. It was my first time visiting any of the Channel Islands and I was certainly not disappointed - what a beautiful place! For such a small place of only 9 by 5 miles (shout out to my lovely friend and island local Lia Eversfield for that fact) Jersey has so much to offer and is the perfect destination for a short, sunny holiday not too far from home...
We stayed at the lovely Daisy Cottage Campsite & Retreat in the North West of the island, but instead of taking our own camping gear we hired out a shepherd's hut which was one of the cutest little huts I've ever seen! I've always wanted to try glamping (although I do love real camping) so the shepherd's hut seemed like a great idea, and was much easier than packing our own tent and much cheaper than staying in a hotel. Our pitch felt quite private surrounded by tall trees and hedges, with an outdoor table & chair set plus a hammock. The hut itself had a really cosy bed, dining table, mini stove and best of all a log burner! It was perfect!
Our first full day in Jersey was spent exploring the north coastline. We started off at Greve de Lecq beach with a lovely cooked breakfast at Colleen's. The beach is a lovely little sheltered bay which seemed popular with local dog walkers. The tide was coming in quite quickly that morning so we didn't go down onto the sand but instead watched from the pavement as the sun finally came up over the cliffs, then decided to move on to start out day of adventures.
Our next stop, driving along the cute country lanes of Jersey, was Devil's Hole - a cave in the rocks, created by the sea washing against the shore for hundreds of years. The name apparently comes from part of a shipwreck that was found there back in the 19th Century and what was left of the ship looked like a devil - a statue of the devil still stands today on the way down to the viewpoint. This walk was our first experience of Jersey's coastal walking routes and it was lovely. It took us no more than 10 minutes to get to the viewpoint from the car park and was fairly easy walking all the way. The cave itself is difficult to see properly as it is all fenced off for safety reasons but the dramatic cliffs leading down to the cave are beautiful, not to mention the views up and down the coast either side of the cave.
After seeing Devil's Hole we decided to do part of the coastal walk from there to Sorel Point. This walk took us right along the cliff edges with stunning views out to sea and plenty of wildlife to see - including butterflies, horned sheep and what looked like a falcon too! The walk took us along to a small lighthouse located on the tip of Sorel Point, surrounded by dramatic cliffs and loads of little caves in the rocks just crying out to be explored by boat! Unfortunately, when we got to the lighthouse we realised that around the next bay was a large quarry which was really noisy and a huge eyesore in comparison to the beautiful natural landscape around it. For this reason we didn't stay long, but just long enough to realise that we could see France on the horizon! As it turns out, Jersey is only about 14 miles from France so it was no surprise that on such a clear day we could see mainland Europe from the island.
Next up was a trip to Bouley Bay where we stopped for our first Jersey ice cream of the holiday, followed by a walk along the pebble beach exploring rock pools along the way. On our way back up to the car we spotted a bucket full of scallop shells on sale for 50p each with a little honesty box next to it for collecting the money. I love shells and have collected them for years so I just had to stop for a look and we both ended up buying one each! We continued further along the coast to the small fishing town of Rozel. This little picture-perfect harbour was lined with boats of all shapes and sizes and a gorgeous yellow house standing out right in the middle. Here we stopped for food at a burger van called The Hungry Man while enjoying the warmth of the sun on our backs. After a nice break from walking we decided to move on one final time that day to St Brelade's Bay in the South Western area of the island. The good thing about Jersey being so small was that it was so easy to get around and meant we stood a good chance of seeing the whole island in the 3 and a half days we had there. We had hired a car to give us ultimate freedom on the island, rather than relying on public transport, and to get from Rozel (the North East) to St Brelade's Bay down in the South West only took us about half an hour to drive! When we arrived at St Brelade's Bay we headed straight for the beach but with the tide quite far out there weren't a lot of people on the sand - only the section near the promenade where the sand was still dry and soft was busy. Wanting to get away from the crowds as usual we headed right out to the sea and despite it being slightly overcast and quite windy we quickly stripped down to our swimming stuff and ran into the sea, because why not! The few people on the beach nearby looked at us like we were crazy, but the one thing I had been looking forward to on this holiday was swimming in the sea so there wasn't anything that was going to stop me! Once we were in it didn't feel too cold and we had a great time with the sea all to ourselves! We soon realised that the tide was making it's way back up the beach so decided to get out, and we did so just in time! As we ran up the beach with the waves following close behind, we just managed to pick up all our stuff before the waves caught up with us. If we'd got out just a few seconds later all out stuff would have been soaked!
After our refreshing swim we packed up and headed back for the hut for a quick shower before going out for tea. We walked to a nearby pub/restaurant called Le Moulin de Lecq which was set in an old water mill and was really lovely. The food was great and it was fairly quiet when we got there so we got seated and served pretty fast.
After stuffing our faces we wandered back to the hut, had an evening swing in the hammock with a glass of wine, then got a fairly early night ready for the next day of adventuring.
To be continued...
Landscape & travel photographer from Cumbria, UK.