134/365

Sitting on the top deck of the ferry back to the mainland in the brilliant sunshine and thinking: I haven't been this happy since New York.

131/365

Walking along a lonely stretch of the rugged beach and stepping onto grey "rocks" that gave way under my feet like puffy cushions.

130/365

Walking up from the caravan to the farmhouse to be greeted with the most lovely breakfast spread - fresh coffee on the stove, homemade bread and jam for toast, muesli with strawberries and stewed rhubarb, and fresh milk and yoghurt courtesy of the jersey cow up the road. These ladies know how to live.

129/365

The quizzical little boy on the jetty who told me that the ferry had just left, but reassured me that it would be back in about an hour, and was I going to French? And who was I staying with? And had I been there before?

Thank you little dude, you made me glad to miss my ferry.