Guernsey Days: A week of it

Another week has just flown by. Last week was a full pre-school week - which meant that each morning Evie and I walked to pre-school, a journey of 10 to 15 minutes. The time it takes varies for several reasons mainly whether or not the man with the dog is walking at the same time, in which case we have to greet the dog, say hello to the man and then discuss the weather, traffic and how the dog is feeling. The road we walk up is very busy at 8:45am and its quite a task keeping Evie off the road and out of the traffic - not because she is being naughty but because the footpath is only about a metre wide at its widest and often it is level with the road. The traffic is right up against the edge of the footpath and several times I have been very grateful my arm wasn't taken off by a passing bus or truck (I mean lorry, when in Rome etc etc). There is one section of footpath which I swear is just over a foot wide.

On the way to pre-school - thats the narrowest footpath I've
ever seen

Street, footpath, granite wall - just enough
room to walk single file

So far we have managed to get to and from pre-school without incident. The walk home from pre-school at lunchtime is another story - I think the word 'amble' describes it best, we stop at every garden, bus stop, seat and driveway. We pass a house which is surrounded by 'deep dark wood' where Evie has to look for monsters (although sometimes its aliens for some reason), we look into the garden on the corner which has a few new crocuses up every day, we count the numbers on the doors and gates and we always go home the 'sneaky way' (which means a few more minutes but we get to pass the water sprout which Incy-Wincy Spider goes up and down - and yes, we sing the song every day we pass it which the old men going into the pub for a lunchtime pint across the road seem to find quite amusing).

Outside Evie's school -The Melrose Ladies College
of Guernsey!

All those railings are too tempting for a three year old
monkey

I usually take a walk down to the town while Evie is at pre-school and last week it wasn't just to get coffee. We had no car for the week so I was doing a daily grocery shop at the Marks and Spencer food hall - which I love. Its sort of a food boutique - all fresh but packaged to the max. Oh and I also managed to squeeze in a coffee at Costas each day.

Upstairs at Costa

During the weekend I went for a wee walk to the farmers market - didn't quite understand how far it was and how much of the 'far' was uphill. It was in St Martins which is why I guess James did offer to take the car but I thought a walk would be more enjoyable. Took almost an hour to get there with Evie in the pushchair. Adding to the adventure was the weather - fog, it settled on the island for two days closing the airport. St Martins seems to be like a secondary shopping centre - has its own M and S supermarket, a few other shops and a tea house which was very welcome after the long damp walk.