At last I went to the surgery on Monday to have the stitches removed from my throat. The nurse removed them with hardly any pain at all. I was most impressed.
While there she checked my innoculation record, and gave me a Hep A injection. So now should be immune against that ailment for the next 20 years. A pity my working travels to Saudi never materialised.
At last I went to the surgery on Monday to have the stitches removed from my throat. The nurse removed them with hardly any pain at all. I was most impressed.
While there she checked my innoculation record, and gave me a Hep A injection. So now should be immune against that ailment for the next 20 years. A pity my working travels to Saudi never materialised.
I have been to the Radcliffe Infirmary, Oxford for the removal of an enlarged saliva gland. Entered at 7.15 am on Friday, operated on at 10.30, came around from the anaesthetic at 11.30. Despite being National Health, I had my own private ward, an excellent sleep that night, after I opened the window to let some of the hot air out. The government should be looking at its own establishments when trying to reduce carbon emissions. A few radiator valves would not come amiss. Was picked up at 10.30 on Saturday by Rosemary who had also visited (complete with grapes and magazine) on Friday.
Here is a picture of my scar. Not sure about the stitching.
After our lovely holiday in Guernsey it was back to work in Edinburgh for a couple of days. I decided to fly up on Sunday evening, and ate in the hotel bar. Some fish and a goats cheese salad.
This evening was a little bit more adventurous and went out and ate in a Tappas bar called Barioja (Bar!oja). I had four dishes, bread and olive oil, Sardines (Sardinas), mixed Spanish meats (Embutidos) and a mixed vegetables, tomato, courgettes etc cooked in olive oil (Escalivada). All tasted very good, and was washed down with a large glass of Tinto.
Off very late today, arrived in St Peter Port for lunch. Had an excellent and large club sandwich in a pub.
Walked to St Sampson, rather deary place. St Peter Port is definitely going up market, while St Sampson is going down.
Tonight we have booked a table at Crabby Jacks for a final meal and drink. Hopefully there will be some dancing. Tomorrow up early to bus over to the airport for the flight back to Southampton.
Diverted by puss wanting a saucer of milk. Walked from our hotel to St Pierre Park Hotel in the centre of the island for their three courses Tennerfest meal at £10. Very good value, and very well presented, but spoilt by somewhat erratic service and waitresses whose first language obviously wasn’t English, Patois or French. Coffee being served 10 minutes before the desert course was one example.
After lunch walked back to Vazon Bay via Cobo. En route we passed by the Guernsey telephone museum. As usual it was closed at this time or year. As we were leaning over the gate, admiring a submarine cable with repeater, one of the volunteers who works there was entering and invited us in to view the exhibits. We had visited before in 1993, and were very pleased and impressed by the amount of work which had been done to enhance the displays in the interim period. We must of spent a good hour there, and had a very good explanation of the workings of the museum by the volunteer. Ex-BT, he had worked in the Guernsey Telecoms industry since the 1960s.
Walked about 8 miles.
Today was another late start; we were off to catch the 12.15 ferry to Herm. Unluckily for Rosemary, who had vetoed my recommended bus as far too late to catch the ferry; we arrived in St Peter Port with ample shopping time. A quick walk up the steps to Pollet Street, a few minutes in Jessops, and Steve was away with a 10-20mm Sigma lens. Back to quay and a cappuccino coffee for Rosemary. The day was sunny with some nice photogenic cumulus clouds, though a little chilly with the Northerly wind. Ferry to Herm, walk to shell beach for a fairly mediocre shell collection (but with a partial ormer), tide was high. We ate a picnic on the beach, provided by Messers Marks and Spencers, and a gentle walk back around the South end of the island. We were entertained by the antics of one of Her Majesty’s destroyers who seemed to be practicing turns and manoeuvres in the sea between Herm and Sark. Good view of the Barclay brothers castle. They apparently ship their staff in from Guernsey by helicopter, and send it out for bottles of olives when their supply falls short. Back at the harbour we caught the 4.35 ferry back to the Guernsey as the sun was setting. Some opportunities to use the new lens for some cloudscapes. Back in the flat a couple of G&Ts, and then supper of Cajun-ed left over chicken with salad.
Late start, caught the bus into town with the intention of catching the ferry to Herm. Alas, the winter timetable had kicked in a day early and the ferry we wanted did not exist. The recommended day to visit is Wednesday, so we will attempt again tomorrow.
The Victoria Tower was open to visitors again, so picked up the key from the Guernsey museum. Climbed the spiral stone steps and wooden stairs to the balcony and looked out over the island. Good views to the north and east.
After returning the key to the museum, we ate our sandwich and smoothie lunch in Candie Gardens, pretending it was warm & sunny.
Took a bus over to the Coach House Galleries where we viewed the paintings and ceramics and bought one piece for a Christmas present. Walked down to the coast road for a bus back to the flat.
Tonight supper in the hotel, and a quiet and most boring set of people I have seen. I saw one and a half bottles of wine served between 4 tables; we had the one bottle. Didn’t start of well when I ordered a dry sherry for Rosemary, and was presented with a Harvey’s Bristol Cream.
The food we were served was all from the Tennerfest menu, but was by no means anywhere as good as the food from the Auberge. All in all was rather a disappointment.
Not very promising weather today, low cloud and very poor visibility, though some aircraft were landing and taking off. We caught the bus to the top of the road which leads down to Petit Bot Bay. When we reached the bay, we found a group of women were congregating for their Monday walk, dressed in shorts and tee shirts and talking of stripping off when the heat burnt through. They invited Steve to join tem, but he chickened out.
We set off in the opposite direction to the walking party and we went towards St Peter’s Port. We walked along the cliff path in the cloud, the warm mists constantly swirling up the cliffs from the sea made the walk into a stroll through a Turkish bath.
Eventually made it to The Auberge restaurant on the Jerbourg road for luncheon. Normally, there’s a fabulous view, but not today – even Castle Cornet eventually succumbs to the fog. But we were undaunted and started with a quick refreshing pint of lager while we ordered our meals. I am afraid we went the whole hog and went for three courses with wine and coffee, though to keep costs down we chose from the tennerfest menu. As we waited at our table, we sampled a snackrell of bread dipped into olive oil with tomato pesto, served cutely in a quirky plate.
Rosemary started with Crispy Aromatic Duck with a salad of salted cucumber plus honey roasted figs, baby spinach and spice plum and vanilla dressing, followed by fresh linguini with sautéed mushrooms, braised fennel, parsley and toasted pinenuts. Steve chose the slow roasted cherry tomatoes in balsamic with basil, feta and olives, crispy parmesan, followed by grilled black bream, chorizo and coriander couscous salad, marinated carrot and courgette in lemon oil and tomato pesto. Yummy.
The red wine we had to accompany the meal was, amazingly, from Telavi in Georgia. It is not often we see wines from Georgia. Actually it was a good wine, and a lot better than what we had drunk when we visited that country.
The sweet course dishes were absolute works of art. I took a picture of our sweets, and will publish them with this blog entry. I ate, at the recommendation of the Latvian waitress, small, deep-fried doughnuts with a cappuccino flavoured mousse (served in an espresso cup), and a raspberry coulis dip (in shot glass). Rosemary ate a spiced apple and pear crumble with special custard. They sound over-ingrediented, but were again excellent.
After coffees and sweeties we caught the bus back to the flat, and vegged out for the rest of the day.
The clocks have changed, so the miserable dark winter days have started. I think this is the worst day of the whole year. Out for a local walk, and paper buying. Surprised to find no papers in the shops. Appears to be fog on the island, so no flights in and out. Walked around the Bay, admiring the sea and birds. Flat cooked tarragon chicken for supper.