The wonderful Japanese Zen garden of a freshly ploughed field awaiting the arrival solanum tuberosum or the humble spud to you and me.
Daffodowndilly are popping up everywhere to chase away the Winter chill in our hearts.
The peppery, sweet smell of gorse wafts along on the wind; it is one of my favourite Guernsey aromas.
All the gorgeous yellow Spring flowers are clearly evident, beaming away from the hedges like little bits of the sunshine fallen to earth.
The view across Vazon Bay. I wonder if the surfers have braved the sea today? The Guernsey Die Hard Surfer Boys surf all year round. In Winter they don full body suits which include gloves, shoes and a hood, so the only thing that separates them from the Creature from the Black Lagoon in the frost-bitten circle of face you can see peering out from the insulated suits.
We passed Le Hechet Farm where the delicious Guernsey Farmhouse Ice-cream is made.
They use up the leftover egg whites and make meringues which they sell at the local farmers markets and at the Hedge Vege just outside the farm gates. For £1.60 per bag we bought some to give us strength on our strenuous amble :)
An entire hillside of daffs just waiting to burst into bloom.
I love that the people who made this granite drain took such pride in their work that they bothered to put the date it was made. And why shouldn’t they be proud as here I am 112 years later photographing it. They certainly put the slightly less grand Aussie drains to shame, just because it is functional doesn’t mean it can not be beautiful and well made.
What a lovely way to spend an hour or so wandering the sun-warmed lanes on a fabulous Spring morning.