Boat yard in St. Malo:
We needed to do laundry and had time so we figured why not. We had to decipher the instructions on how to purchase soap and run the washer and dryers because it was not all that clear. The amazing part, the pants I am wearing in this picture, not the ones I was wearing when I entered. I did the world's fastest pants change so I could wash the jeans I was wearing, trust me, you would have been rendered speechless by my speed.
We then caught the ferry for the Isle of Guernsey. It was on the ferry that I heroically saved Mary Beth's priceless headband by asking a crew member to walk out on bow of the boat to retrieve it from where the wind had blown it.
Guernsey has quite a World War II history. The island was captured by German soldiers, who took control of the Bailiwick of Guernsey (shown below). The Bailiwick is now a historical site were one can learn about the German occupation. I read The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society (highly recommend) after visiting Guernsey. While this book is a work of fiction, it is based upon historical facts and gave me an idea of what life was like for those on the island at this time:
Looking back on St. Peter Port from the Bailiwick of Guernsey:
Another view of St. Peter Port:
La Maison de Victor Hugo:
We did not go inside because they wanted 15 quid, and I am sure Monsieur Hugo would be appalled at that absurd price:
For my niece Rowan. I take pictures of any restaurant sign with a niece or nephew's name on it. Rowan certainly has the more popular name. This is the second restaurant I found with the name Rowan in the title. The other restaurant was in the Lake District.
This is how I hope to pass from this world to the next:
Another place on the island we visited was the Little Chapel. It is covered in broken pieces of china and was quite fun to walk around inside, definitely not a place for tall people:
The flight from Guernsey to Birmingham was on a double propeller plane that held approximately 40 people. I can honestly say I have now been on a flight where I thought for sure the plane was going to crash on landing. It was stormy and windy in Birmingham, and I had a death grip on the arm rest and Mary Beth's arm the entire time we were descending.
