A Second Attempt : Part Three

They found a comfortable couch in the lounge. Sea-view as if they hadn't had enough of that but can one ever? She was intrigued by his choice of drink; a pint of dry Breton cidre. "The stuff they serve in Britain as opposed to Britanny really is trash". She sampled it and approved. Conversation was really fluent, aided by her curiosity about everything. "How do you know so much about Jersey?". "I did my homework for previous visits, even down to attending meetings of the local folklore group. Their songs are not unlike English sea shanties. Many of their folk tales are very dark. Like the Black Dog of Bouley Bay. People are supposed to see it before an imminent disaster. They're half crazy which appeals to an Irishman, even one who isn't superstitious. Do you know they claim to own Britain rather than the other way around? Not long after the Kingdom of Normandy annexed Jersey, they defeated England and added it on to Normandy's overseas possessions. There are still many handsome Norman manoirs on the island. If you give me the chance I'll point out one tomorrow that I stayed in. Its now an incredibly luxurious private hotel". "You're tempting me. I should be saying Begone Satan".
Not before time Conor and Cassie started on the long walk back. "You'll be needing to powder your nose after all that cidre". "As long as they have mirrors behind the stone columns".

A very pleasant evening. The breeze had died down but was still warm. A not that distant coast was in view, an occasional light coming on and twinkling. "Is that Guernsey?" "It's actually France. Brittany to be exact. I've always loved seeing occasional glimmering lights coming on at eventime". "Agree. So peaceful. Happy families preparing dinner". The moon was now reflected on the sea surface. Without thought he hugged and kissed her. She seemed to melt into him. They walked on. Distant rolls of thunder were becoming audible. "We're going to get soaked". "Where are you based?". "A not very good b@b near a place called The Devil's Hole. Appropriate. He booked us into it , no doubt attracted by the name, before he became acquainted with another hole". "That's miles away. My villa is quite close so perhaps we'll stay dry". "Your villa. Pull the other one ". They were quite close to it when the first raindrops started to fall. "Come on. Got to keep you dry". "My god. This is yours?" "It's where I'm staying. Belongs to an absent cousin".