The Savoy Jersey
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- Continental Breakfast
- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet
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Having dropped off the car at the now attended kiosk in the ferry terminal we checked in and had a coffee and muffin while we waited for the call to the ferry. Suddenly it was as if we were transported to a parallel world of transport catering and furnishing. We could have been anywhere. The muffin filled with preservatives would have been as tasty had we brought it back for the kids in another four weeks. The seats in the terminal ...
... the harbour wall and then along the promenade. It was beautiful with good views of the castle and village. Another interesting walker was a lady with a huge long haired black dog, almost the size of a Shetland pony.
Then the bus back to collect the cases, a walk into town, the bus to the airport and here we are waiting to board our plane back to everyday life again, but with ideas of where we think we are going next.
... feathers. Apparently this is to eat single cell plants and molluscs. There were a flock of Red breasted Geese on the lawn, very brightly coloured and tame.
Near the Manor House there was an exhibition about Gerald Durrell and the setting up of the Trust.
To finish off we had out tenner feast meal at Casa Mia, muscles and lobster linguini - very nice with the red wine.
... restaruants was on, a deal for having a set meal for a reduced cost. We booked a meal at Casa Mia for Sunday and then walked back along the waterfront, past some interesting places, seeing an amphibious craft, a steam clock with commemorative benches outside the Maratime Museum.. Our evening meal we bought from the Thai Dyke Shack, a cabin/shack on the beach oposite ...
... with their terracotta roofs? Where Bougainvillea thrives in abundance and the beautiful Jacaranda trees that bloom in May? Is it blue skies or the miles of Atlantic kissed terracotta tinged beaches? The people? Why do I have such an enduring love for a country that isn’t my own? I suspect, deep down, it is something to do with my grandmother’s Greek genes that keep pulling me back here. I love the heat. Two hours from the Mainland UK and it is 10 ...