Half four I woke up. Now the show is done I’m habitually falling asleep around the beginning of Act 2 and waking up at ungodly hours, although this hotel room at dawn was enough to make me cancel my cancellation. I watched the sun come up after hours of restlessness. I went down to St Aubin. Tide was high and lapping over the wall.
I generally hate winter, but Jersey is excellent when it comes to providing light. This was an underwhelming sunrise but one of the last ones I’ll get here. It was depressingly late as well. At least we are pastv Solstice.
Costa was already open. Nothing else. Back in the day there were no chains in Jersey. I bought a guilty vanilla latte and in so doing knowingly contributed to the homogenisation of everything. I am evil.
Later I walked with friends and donated my uncle Peter’s 1960’s metal plane collection to my friend’s son. I’ve been wondering what to do with it. Energy and shift, as you know, are important to me. I don’t like to be the endpoint for things – I like to move energy. And family felt like the right place to put that particular thing.
We went across the west. I saw loads of people I’d Scrooged for. They wouldn’t have clocked me in mufti. Those that did just gave that familiar look you give a neighbour and then realised when they got home who that guy was.
Och though. I like it here. Despite the smallness. This is a good island.
I’m glad the weather gave me an extra day. Ferry tomorrow looks like it’s going ahead though. I’m gonna be thrown around like a leaf but it’ll get there. I’m holding off booking accommodation in Portsmouth, as I’m not confident we will leave. But likely I’ll be in some awful hotel tomorrow evening.
For now, maybe a quick whisky nightcap before the bar goes and then these lovely sheets for a second night. Yes this hotel is God’s Waiting Room. But it is comfy.
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