St John's has the most beautiful church - it looks like it has been lifted from somewhere in France and set down on Jersey. Most of the names on plaques inside and on gravestones are French-sounding. I was beginning to appreciate that Jersey lies a lot closer to the coast of Brittany than the south coast of England.
|This rather impressive structure formed the base of the pulpit in St John's. There's probably a decent photograph there somewhere, although this certainly isn't it. Kentmere paper.|
I get the impression that there isn't much in the way of crime on Jersey - particularly once you leave St Helier. The churches at St Mary's and St John's both had their doors open, and not a sinner in sight, as my grandfather would have said. It was a hot day and it was nice to cool down for a while inside. The church at St John's in particular had a lot of character - inside and out.
|What can I say - it was a bright day!|
There isn't much in St John's apart from the church, about 4 shops and an inn so after a dander about I set off for St Mary's. I'd noticed a lot of people walking around the roads and although they aren't particularly wide (no room for a footpath) I set out on my way in buoyant mood. I was on holiday, the sun was shining and I had a rangefinder loaded with HP5+. Life was good. After a couple of hundred yards I decided this was suicidal - there was too much traffic and not enough room for me and the cars. As soon as as I spotted a Green Lane I made for it and soon was enjoying some peace and quiet again.
After a while I realised I had absolutely no idea where I was. There were no signposts and since I'd turned off the main road and taken a turn this way and that I was beginning to think I was in trouble. I passed the odd house or two, but there's never anyone around when you need them. It was kind of worrying. I half expected to come across skeletons of people like me who had set off for a walk in the Jersey Interior and were never heard of again. Occasionally a car passed, but I had too much pride to flag it down and say 'I'm lost'. Then I came to a junction. Hmm...turn left, or right? This could be an important decision, I thought. I took a drink of my water and decided to play safe and turn right - going this way, I reckoned, would at least take me back to the main road I had left a while ago. It might mean I may need to turn around to get to St Mary's, but so be it. Energy levels were getting low but if all else failed I could always head back to St John's, admit defeat and take a bus.
Eventually, after a good walk, I came across a hamlet. Ah ha, I thought, civilisation - there's bound to be people about here. I wandered around and salvation came in the form of an elderly gentleman walking along. From his demeanor I reckoned he knew where he was going and sure enough he put me right. As it turned out I wasn't too far from my destination and suddenly the world seemed a better place. The old built-in compass still working then...just.
|If you look (very) closely, you might spot the scaffolding round the back of St Mary's Church. The trees did a good job of hiding it.|