I have read various posts about parents still insisting that they stick to bedtime routines over the summer holidays. Whoops! I hate to admit it but that’s not us. We love the freedom of the summer holiday. Strict bed times go out of the window, to be replaced by long evenings at the beach, paddling in the sea and building sand castles. It is nice because it means that we get some extra family time. One of our favourite things to do is to head to Gorey beach with the buckets and spades; picnic blanket and BBQ. Recently, we decided to treat ourselves to fish and chips. Some people say that the fish and chips at Gorey are the best fish and chips on the island. I couldn’t possibly say, all I know is that they taste really good. However, I haven’t found anywhere on the island that does a proper mushy-pea like Yorkshire mushy-peas 😉 .

 

 

When we arrived, the sky was still very bright. Although there were many families dotted around, most people were packing up to go home as the temperatures were starting to dip. Not us though! We grabbed our prime spot, set up our blanket and started munching on our fish and chips. We ignored the seagulls that kept swooping overhead, they obviously fancied a bit of our fish and chip action. Over chips we watched as a HUGE yacht pulled into the harbour at Gorey. That must be the life, taking your boat round the island; mooring up for dinner.

 

 

After a glorious supper of crispy fish and salty chips, the girls decided that it was time to make sand castles. They chose the sand nearest the sea, knowing that this would give them better sand castles! They set about digging, carefully transporting their sand into their buckets. In the meantime, us lazy parents sat on the blanket. We had the very important role of observing. The beach was now starting to empty and the sun was making its slow descent into the sea.

 

 

Oldest then decided that she wanted to build a tunnel from her sand castles all the way to the sea. Obviously, we were very supportive and shouted encouragement from our picnic blanket as we finished our chips. It felt really nice being able to make the most of the long summer evenings. It means that the girls get to spend some extra time with their Dad and it means (fingers crossed) that they don’t wake as early in the morning. Win!

 

 

Further down the beach, a group of children arrived and they all bravely jumped into the sea. From their loud shrieks it was clear that the sea was now very cold. Luckily, our two realised that this evening was not the time for a sea swim. I wouldn’t have fancied joining them as it was now starting to get decidedly chilly on the beach.

 

We started to pack up our picnic blanket and tried to usher the girls along. The beach was now nearly deserted and the girls were enjoying having it all to themselves. Oldest was insisting that she still finish her moat.

 

 

It was lovely to see them both having such fun outdoors, and in the end we realised that we were fighting a losing battle. We sat back down on the blanket and watched as the girls continued with their fun. However, ten minutes later and the sun was now making quite a rapid descent and the winds had picked up. It really was time to head home so we gathered up our stuff. The girls now starting to feel the cold, put up less of a fight.

 

 

We promised to return another evening so that Oldest could finish her tunnelling. Quickly, we headed to our car. We emptied what felt like half of the beach into the car and then made the short drive home, following the sun round the island.

 

Summer, it’s great to have you back on Jersey 🙂

 

We have so many amazing beaches in Jersey. However, Portelet Bay is one of our favourites. It is well worth the many steps down to the beach. This sheltered cove offers a sandy beach that is perfect for building sand castles on. Youngest and I decided to take our net and go exploring the turquoise sea.

 

 

We were one of the only ones on the beach. I can only presume that the steps put a lot of people off. However, those steps are really worth the effort, especially when you are rewarded with views like the above. We set about hunting for shells and fish. We paddled in the sea and had our feet tickled by seaweed.

 

 

We then decided to make rock sculptures. When we travelled round Norway in May, we learnt that tourists like to leave a pile of rocks at the side of the fjords. This is a way of saying thank you to Norway and the stunning scenery. We liked this idea and decided to recreate it in Portelet. Our way of saying thank you to Jersey! We do feel very lucky to live on such a beautiful little island.

 

 

If only I had remembered to pack our ball! The bay is the perfect spot for some beach sport. Next time! Behind the net you can see a little island known as Janvrin’s Tomb. It is perfect for exploring. However, visitors should be aware that the tide comes in quickly. If you aren’t careful then you can quite easily end up stranded on the island. The only thing to do is to wait for the tide to turn. Not a bad place to be stranded though.

 

 

A morning spent in the sun left us feeling thirsty. We decided to escape to the shade of the Portelet Bay Cafe. This is a new addition to the beach. I have been told that they serve the most amazing pizzas. We did notice the pizza oven being fired up, I was very tempted to stay for lunch. However, we settled for ice-creams and the shade of the restaurant. Refueled and refreshed we headed back to the beach. We spent another hour exploring the cove. Youngest became very excited when she thought that she had found a pearl! With the sun now reaching its peak in the sky, the beach was becoming very hot. We decided that it was time to pack-up and head home.

 

 

We reluctantly brushed the sand from our feet, and made the steep climb back up the steps. We lost count at step 54. Youngest was clearly exhausted from her morning in the sun. On the short drive home she managed to fall asleep! Our morning at Portelet Bay had been a lovely one.

 

Facilities

 

• Free public car park at the top of the beach.

 

• On a regular bus route.

 

• Pub at the top of the beach. Family friendly with soft play.

 

• Cafe on the beach with toilet facilities.

 

What adventures have you been on this week?

 

 

 

News from back home has left me feeling worried and restless. Sleep has not been my friend and the days have felt long. Most nights I have struggled to fall asleep. My mind going over and over things. I have been falling asleep at 3am, waking up three hours later, my eyes still heavy from sleep. I feel like I am trapped in some never-ending cycle. However, this week there has been some cause for happy distraction. Family have flown over and their company has been much-needed. Sometimes, you still need a hug from your mum. No words are needed. She understands.

Yesterday was also a cause for celebration and a chance to put aside the sad news from home. A chance to focus on Oldest. A chance to celebrate her. It was Oldest’s day. As you can imagine, she loved it. Oldest likes to be the star of any party, and she was certainly the star yesterday. However, a birthday star still has to go to school. Despite her protestations Oldest found herself deposited at class. In her hands she was clutching 30 miniature muffins. Oldest was under strict instruction to share them out amongst her classmates. Her willpower is far superior to mine. She managed to resist the urge to scoff all of the muffins. I would like to point out that I have never ate 30 miniature muffins…well not at once. Sometimes, we have to embrace the muffin. I left Oldest eyeing up her muffins and I took the family to the Lavender farm.

 

 

It seemed only fitting that we headed there. Lavender is known to be healing for the soul and body, and I am craving a good night’s sleep. I first took the girls to Jersey Lavender at the end of Easter. I had been pleasantly surprised by its facilities and very reasonable entrance fee. Children under 14 are free. In high season adults are £5.50. Really good value. There is plenty to see and do at the farm. Whilst I was busy inhaling the heavy scent of lavender, Youngest was charging around trying to complete the children’s activity trail. Youngest also demonstrated her ability to delegate, informing Granny that she would be carrying the pen and the trail map. Granny was also given the responsibility of filling in the answers. I was quite relieved. Youngest can get quite bossy. I may have chuckled at the sound of Youngest shouting at Granny, “do keep up, do keep up, Granny”.

 

 

I felt a bit sorry for Granny. She probably thought that an afternoon at the lavender farm would be relaxing. It was for me, not so much for Granny. However, I am sure that she was really enjoying some quality bonding time with her youngest grandchild 😉

 

 

There was some respite for Granny. Youngest decided that she wanted to go on the above swing. I then pushed her on the swing, whilst she shouted, “higher, higher”. I screeched for her to hold on tight. Youngest is far too blasé on a swing for my liking! The gardens contain around 80 different varieties of lavenders from all around the world. I did not realise that there were so many different types of lavender. As well as the fields of lavender, you can also find the distillery and the bottling lab. We steered clear of those yesterday as Youngest was completing her trail.

 

 

You can walk for a mile around the four main lavender fields. Youngest loves exploring the fields, it’s a good excuse for her to charge around. However, when her little legs start to get tired, you can easily find a seat. There are plenty of benches. In fact, Jersey Lavender farm would be perfect for a picnic and we plan to return with a hamper full of yummy food.

 

 

The farm is perfect for families as there is plenty to explore. It is a beautiful place to visit. Its vast lavender fields with the long regimented rows of purple and the gorgeous scent hangs in the air. I was surprised by the soil. It has the consistency of fine sand, and I am surprised that anything can grow in it. However, I have since discovered that lavender thrives in poor soil; in fact, the poorer the soil the better. You learn something new every day.

 

 

You can walk from Jersey Lavender and straight into Reg’s Garden. This is a garden that is free to go into, although donations are most welcome. The garden is a 1.5 acre garden created by Reg Langlois. In the gardens you can find a large Koi pond with waterfall, and also fairies. Youngest is a big fan of the fairy gardens. If you are in the area then you really need to visit the gardens. After Youngest had found the fairies, ridden the horse, and said hello to Marmaduke the cat, we returned back to the lavender farm.

 

 

We decided to head to the playhouse. Youngest was then a waitress. I wasn’t impressed and I didn’t leave a tip. Her customer skills need improving. After extracting ourselves from the playhouse we went and played with the chickens, admired the gypsy caravan and counted the animal statues.

 

 

Youngest then had a sudden flash of energy. She made a bolt for the lavender fields. However, her hiding place was given away by her loud giggles. All of this activity was making Youngest hungry so we headed to the café.

Youngest feasted on sausages and fries and was suitably impressed. My Mum and Dad were also very happy with their meals. I then realised that we needed to dash. It was time to pick up the birthday girl from school. In my haste I forgot to buy any lavender bits. That was a mistake. If I had purchased some lavender oil, then I would probably be asleep right now. Instead I am sat up typing this in the very early hours of the morning. Oh well, the perfect excuse for a return visit. Next time I will buy some lavender oil.

 

 

Jersey Lavender farm is the perfect place for a family outing. We had a great day. It appears that Lavender really is great for the soul.

 

If you would like to visit Jersey Lavender then look at their website for further details.

 

Sometimes life can be very cruel and this week was a classic example of that. Devastating news from back home left me reeling. The kind of news that leaves you questioning how the world is still turning and how people are still going about their daily business. The world seems noisier. You find yourself craving silence, a chance to absorb the news. News that shouldn’t be happening. Has the world not heard the news? Of course not because whilst this news has left you and your friends heartbroken, life still goes on. In the meantime you feel confused and unsure how to act. Everything is an effort. Everything. Blogging seems so futile, nothing seems enough. You find yourself wanting to tell everyone. You find yourself wanting to scream about the unfairness of it all. Wanting to grab people and to urgently tell them that life can change in a blink of an eye. This week living on Jersey has been a curse and also a blessing. That Channel sea shouldn’t stand in the way, however, with children to consider it can make getting off the island difficult. Also hindsight is a wonderful thing and I have spent the week wishing that I had tried to get off the island more, wishing that I had taken the time to visit friends. Wishing that I had been a better friend. That’s life. However, that realisation doesn’t make it any easier. It’s a hard pill to swallow. This week has seen me wanting to move back to the UK more than ever. However, that also isn’t the answer. Whilst I wish Jersey was closer to my loved ones, I have found that Jersey has also helped me this week. It has both distracted and comforted me.

 

This week I found myself wanting to retreat from the noise of social media. I switched off. I embraced what makes Jersey great and why I love living on Jersey. There have been many trips out this week. Days spent lazying on near deserted beaches as Youngest fished for pearls in the sea. Days spent eating huge ice-creams and adding inches to the waistline. Days spent enjoying the company of Youngest away from phones, twitter and computers. A week of slowing down. The start of the week saw Jersey looking slightly grey but still beautiful. After dropping Oldest at school we bundled into the car and made the short drive to Rozel.

 

 

We arrived to find it deserted and looking eerily beautiful. The sky was hanging heavy and low over the sea. The only sound being the gentle waves lapping against the pebbles on the beach. Rozel is a picturesque cove on the north coast of Jersey. Whenever I go to visit it brings back childhood memories of reading ‘The Famous Five’ by Enid Blyton. I half expect to see smugglers hiding out on the pier and I find myself wishing that I had packed “lashings and lashings of ginger beer”.

 

 

Rozel is such a pretty little port with its brightly coloured houses that hug the beach. Everything about it is picture perfect. Every time I visit I find that I never want to leave. I find myself scouring the houses, looking for a ‘For Sale’ sign. This is a lovely beach to visit with young children as it has a small sandy beach and is quite sheltered.

 

 

However, when we visited the tide was in and it wasn’t really warm enough for paddling. We just had a lovely time enjoying the views and pretending that we were pirates looking for treasure. Who doesn’t love a bit of treasure hunting? As the morning wore on we found ourselves feeling slightly peckish. The sounds of our rumbling stomachs forced us to leave the beach and look for food. In Rozel you are spoilt for places to eat. You can find pubs, chateaus and upmarket restaurants. There is something to suit everyone’s tastes and budgets. Rozel also has the famous ‘Hungry Man.’ Loved by locals and tourists alike. Always packed on a Sunday morning after the night before!

 

 

We left the beach to go and hunt down some food. Above you can see a blue building, this is ‘The Navigator’ restaurant. A brilliant restaurant that serves fresh seafood. It also takes part in ‘Tennerfest’ in October. ‘Tennerfest’ is hugely popular and a chance to really enjoy the local cuisine. I would say that most of the restaurants on the island take part. The idea is that you can go and eat amazing food on a fixed price menu! Tennerfest also happens to coincide with my birthday so there really is no excuse not to go out and celebrate.

 

 

As we made our way round the port we started to feel the first drops of rain in the air. The sky becoming even heavier.

 

 

The sun looked like it was doing its best to break through the clouds. On Monday the sun was no match for the grey clouds. I am pleased to report that for the rest of the week the sun did win!

 

 

Despite the grey we still managed to find our little bit of yellow. I really hope that the person who owns the yellow car also owns the yellow house. That would be pretty perfect. 🙂

 

 

Don’t you just love it when you match your surroundings? Youngest showing us how it is done here. Such a cute little house. The perfect house for writing in. I would get my novels finished if I lived there. Do you hear that Mr C?

 

 

Passing the fishing boats in the harbour and Youngest was fascinated by the seaweed. Youngest decided that they were tentacles left over from the octopuses. Youngest then decided to show off her counting skills by counting all of the fishing boats. I was impressed but more worried about my growling stomach.

 

 

Finally, we arrived at Hungry Man. I had decided that I was going to get the gut buster vegetarian breakfast. I think that is what it is called. Well that was what I was going to have. Then came the realisation - it’s a Monday. The only day of the week it closes. Argh! My stomach was not happy, Youngest was not happy. None of us were happy! How could I have forgotten. I may have muttered several swear words under my breath. I promised Youngest that we would return to the “The Hungry Man”. Now the rain chose to start coming down fast and heavy. It really was reflecting our downcast mood. Pulling our coats tighter around us we made the short walk back to our car. Youngest grumbled the whole way about how hungry she was!

 

 

Once back to our car we dried off and then headed back home through winding lanes, passing green fields and views of the sea. Even in the rain Jersey looks beautiful.

 

Please note that I may not be posting everyday this week.

 

St Catherine’s Woods is one of the largest woodlands in Jersey. Despite it being one of the largest woodlands in Jersey, I found it to be the hardest woodlands to find. Yes, Jersey might be small but I can still spend an hour in the car doing loops whilst desperately lost. In the end I did what I should have done at the beginning, I pulled the car over and I asked a local for directions. It turns out that I was right next to the woods but the woods was down a private road and so I had wrongly assumed that it couldn’t be down there. The wood is situated near the North-East coast in the parish of St Martin, it is also very close to St Catherine’s Breakwater. St Catherine’s Breakwater deserves a visit in its own right and not just for the enormous ice-creams they serve. If you want an ice-cream on Jersey then be sure to head to St Catherine’s Breakwater as you will find the biggest ice-creams on the island.

 

 

St Catherine’s Wood is idyllic. It covers an area of 18 hectares and is made up of woodland and meadows. There are no public toilets as far as I am aware and so we did have to dash back to the car so that Youngest could use the potty! The wood is perfect for little ones to go exploring, you will find babbling brooks and stepping-stones. Youngest was well prepared in her welly boots and used this as an excuse to jump into the brooks.

 

 

Youngest loved splashing around and she informed me that she was also looking for fairies riding fish. Keep looking Youngest! You never know she might find something because St Catherine’s Wood is considered the most ecologically important woodland in the island. In the streams you can find brown trout and eels. We didn’t spot any this time.

 

 

Youngest decided to avoid the path and follow the stream. It made me wish for a pair of welly boots so that I could have jumped in and joined her. As well as streams there is a reservoir stocked with common and mirror carp, roach, rudd, perch and tench. We even spotted two fishermen patiently waiting for a fish to come along.

 

 

Youngest’s favourite part of the woods has to be the stepping-stones. Every time we return to the woods she runs off to find them. The wood was very important during the German Occupation (1940-1945) as the trees were felled and the timber used for building and fuel. During this relatively short period of time 200,000 trees were cut down on the island.

 

 

One of the things you notice about the woods is the different sounds. You can hear the babbling brook and the trees swaying gently in the wind. You can also hear birdsong. We also listened out for a woodpecker and heard one. Other birds that can also be found in the woods are:

• short-toed treecreeper
• kestrel
• sparrowhawk

 

We spent a good couple of hours exploring the woodland until we came out into the surrounding meadows. The surrounding fields are used for grazing or to grow Jersey Royals. We also came across Rozel Manor which is one of the oldest manor houses in Jersey.

 

 

However, some of the paths are quite overgrown here so we soon retreated back to the woods and found some shade from the sun. Finding ourselves back in the woods Youngest got to work collecting sticks. Anywhere we go Youngest has to find a stick.

 

 

After we had exhausted ourselves climbing and banging sticks we made our way back to the car. Not without getting lost first. It really is a lovely oasis but one thing that is lacking is sign posts! We really enjoyed our visit as it was a hot day and the woods offered us some much needed shade.

 

 

It was the perfect meander through the woods and it was nice to escape the hustle and bustle of the island. This is now one of our new favourite places to visit. We will be back soon!

 

 

Jersey is known is for its beautiful beaches but it also has countryside that is equally stunning. One very grey and overcast day last week Youngest and I decided to head to Portelet Common and Noirmont Point for a walk. Now it is a bit off the beaten track and there are no signs for it but it is well worth finding.

 

 

What does Portelet Common and Noirmont Point have?

 

• Free car park

 

• Pubs and cafes nearby

 

• Plenty of walks

 

• Friendly horses and pigs!

 

• Stunning views.

 

On arriving we had only been out of the car 5 minutes when Youngest announced that she needed a wee. Why does that always happen? Luckily, I had the potty in the car and the potential toilet disaster was quickly averted. We then went exploring the common. We passed some horses and Youngest wouldn’t let us pass them without saying hello. We then met some friendly dogs and Youngest was very excited when she was allowed to stroke them. There are many paths through the common and it is safe for children to run about. Although if you head towards the cliffs you will want to hold tightly onto little hands. Youngest loved exploring.

 

 

We spent our time looking for the moles that had made rather alot of hills. This heathland was a significant hunting site for our Paleolithic and Neolithic ancestors, there is no hunting on it today just lots of walkers enjoying the views. On the common there is a small building at the end of the headland. This once originally constructed as a defensive magazine and battery in 1795.

 

 

It is such a pretty place to go exploring and I love the yellow gorse that covers the heathland. Although Youngest learnt very quickly not to touch the flowers as they are very prickly! The day we went it was wonderfully atmospheric with the swirling grey sky. On the common the remains of Neanderthal man, Woolly Mammoth and Rhinoceros have been found. It is a place rich in history.

 

 

Youngest had fun hiding among the gorse and jumping out on me. When she wasn’t scaring me we were looking for wildlife. You can find Dartford Warbler, Linnets and sometimes the occasional Stonechat. You can often spot Kestrels too. We were not proving very lucky in finding any wildlife so we decided to head towards the cliffs where there are some benches offering great views.

 

 

Now that is a view! I wasn’t able to relax too much because I was holding onto Youngest tightly. Down there is Portelet Bay. There is also a lovely cafe situated right on the beach which offers amazing views and some rather tasty grub. If you look carefuly on the cliff face you might spot Shags, Oyster Catchers and Rock Pipits. With the sky getting greyer and the wind picking up we managed to peel ourselves from the rather stunning view. We headed back through the gorse.

 

 

Despite it being a very grey day the stunning scenery was still breathtaking. The sea of yellow was a lovely contrast against the very drab sky.

 

 

It also matched Youngest’s coat rather well. This made our walk seem like one of those puzzle pictures at times. Spot the Youngest. Portelet Common has been tenanted for hundreds of years. The tenants would graze their sheep, goats and horses. Today the tenents don’t exercise their right to graze their animals on the common.

 

With rain starting to come down we took one more look at the sea of yellow before hurrying back to our car.

 

What adventures have you been upto this week?

 

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Last Sunday we decided to head to the south-western corner of the island. You will have to excuse the quality of the photos in this post but I was clinging onto Youngest’s hand to stop her diving towards the edge of the cliffs!

 

 

La Corbière

• Plenty of free parking.
• Stunning views
• Public toilets
• Restaurants
• Good for walks

 

This little corner of the island was known as being quite dangerous at one time. The rugged coastline made it difficult for ships to navigate. However, in 1874 La Corbière lighthouse was first lit. The lighthouse is connected to shore by a causeway that is covered at high tide as it was the day we visited. I really need get to get better at checking when high tide is!

 

It really is a part of the island that is well worth a visit. However, you really need to be careful with little ones. The tide can come in very quickly. It does offer spectacular views though so well worth finding a bench to sit on and soak up the view. It also has stunning sunsets and is very popular with tourists and locals alike wanting a bit of romance.

 

There is much exploring to be carried out on the cliff tops. You just need to be careful as it can be rocky. I will admit that as a mum it isn’t the most relaxing of places to visit with my children. I find that I am too busy watching them like a hawk and/or clinging onto them. They love to visit this part of the island though because of its amazing views and the ice-cream van that is often there!

 

 

On the cliff tops you can also find the old radio tower which is enormous and looms above you.

 

 

 

It is now a holiday home and can be let from Jersey Heritage for £36 per person per night. How amazing would that be! It is set over six floors and offers 360-degree view. This tower is a left-over from the Second World War. It was built by the German Occupying Forces and has now been sympathetically restored. You can find reminders of the Second World War dotted all along the Jersey coastline. When Hitler’s army took occupation of Jersey he was convinced that England would be trying to win it back so he built many fortresses.

 

 

Concrete is the running theme. A lot of concrete was used and it was the prisoners of war who were put to work building these fortifications. These (some would say ugly) landmarks serve as a constant reminder of the occupation. An important part of Jersey’s past. Hitler considered the Channel Islands as very valuable. However, Churchill disagreed and believed that they held no strategic importance and as a result he de-militarised them and left them undefended.

 

 

Today these monuments to Jersey’s past serve as popular sightseeing spots and a reminder of how lucky we all are to be living on Jersey today.

 

What adventures have you been up to this week?

 

 

On Tuesday Oldest returned to school and Youngest and I soon settled back into our normal routine of heading straight to the beach! In typical fashion the schools went back after the Easter break and the sun came out. Why is that always the way? Why couldn’t the sun come out more during the holidays? Well we weren’t complaining we were just very excited by what a nice day it was. It really was a lovely Spring day. After leaving Oldest at school we rushed to one of our closest beaches - Green Island

 

 

 

Green Island

 

• To the east of the island.

 

• Public toilets.

 

• Public car park.

 

• Shop selling beach balls etc.

 

• Restaurant.

 

• Deck chairs and wind breakers available to hire.

 

 

We love Green Island because it is such a lovely sheltered bay. On the day we went it actually felt warm in the sun and we could have easily lost our coats. Youngest loves this beach because there are so many rocks to go clambering over.

 

 

 

She knows no fear and will happily climb to the top of any rock. I am now at the stage where I know I need to let her explore more on her own so I try to stand back a bit and fight the urge to hover too closely. It is hard though and I still find myself shouting, “be careful, you don’t want to fall!”

 

 

 

These days that we have on our own feel extra special as come September Youngest will be starting nursery. I will miss our days together, exploring the island and all of the adventures that we had whilst Oldest was at school. However, I am also a little bit excited about getting some more time to myself. What will I do?

 

There are some amazing houses that face right onto the beach. How amazing would it be to be live in one of those! That is the ultimate dream. To have a view of the ocean and to wake up to the sound the of the waves. I think I would be one very relaxed lady if I lived right next to the beach. But hey I can’t complain. When I lived in Yorkshire I lived a good hours drive from our closest beach now I live a 5 minute walk from the beach.

 

 

Obviously no trip to the beach is complete unless Youngest has got her feet wet and this time was no different. She needs to get quicker at running away from the sea!

 

 

 

Green Island is one of our favourite beaches because not only are there interesting rocks to go exploring round and rock pools to investigate there is also a good stretch of sand. It is also south facing which makes it a lovely beach to spend the day on.

 

 

Green Island gets it name from the rocky green island that you can access at low tide. However, visitors have to be careful if they decide to walk out to the island as many have been cut off by the incoming tide that comes in fast. This causes much amusement for some of the locals who find it quite enjoyable when a tourist or a newbie has to be rescued!

 

 

 

Don’t let this put you off though as it really is a fantastic beach. There is so much to explore and the waters are crystal clear. It is also a beach of archaelogical interest. On the green island there are remains dating back to the Neolithic Man.

 

 

You can see the green island in the picture above. As you can see we were unable to walk out to it as the tide was too far in. However, we still had a great time exploring the beach. The tide was coming in fast and after about an hour we were forced to leave.

 

 

Oldest was sad to go so we took a moment to appreciate the beautiful view before we had to go. It’s days like these that I will always remember.

 

What adventures have you been on this week?