I took these photos in Jersey in December 96. The weather was very cold but very clear, and the winter light was wonderful.
This stay in Jersey made me discover a place close to where I live, yet different. There, almost all the street names are in French, and the people are British. It’s a very nice mix to all Anglophile French people, and vice versa, I guess.
(Unfortunately, Jersey is also a tax haven where a lot of money gets laundered…)
It all began with a sunrise seen through the porthole of the car-ferry.
Then we shopped in St Hélier, the main town, and started going around the island. There are many different landscapes, each coast has a different type.
The western coast is a long beach bounded by two rocky headlands, the southern one ending with a lighthouse.
In the southwest, there is a nice creek (St Breladre’s). Around there, you might find a pub, The Smuggler’s Inn, where you can have a pint and eat delicious food.