Visiting a friend who lives in Guernsey for the weekend, we took the ferry for the short trip to Herm Island. Despite the sea being as flat as inland water, I still have a slight sensation of being afloat whilst writing this a day later. No sea-legs for me.
Herm Island, traffic-free and laced with white sandy beaches is a joy.
It is never a given, even in June that the weather will be pleasant, so the fact that it was good for every day I was there made it even more special. Our bags consisted cameras, sandwiches, sketchbook and pastels. My idea of heaven.
As we rounded a sandy path toward the water, the air became heavy with the smell of onion. Standing tall like architectural anomalies, the wild onions were in bud, just ready to bloom. Many reached over my head. I've never seen anything like it. Walking further along the coastal path, we rounded the headland to Shell Bay before crossing this and cutting back higher into the dunes.
Thanks to Alison for the invite to stay and the boat trip over to this lovely little island.
