My family and I had a relaxing holiday in the Channel Islands last week – our annual return trip to St Brelades bay in Jersey. Last year I took lots of photos, this year, I was more restrained.
I did, however, have one morning to wander slowly and absorb the atmosphere of the bay and sea. We had enjoyed amazing sunshine most of the week but, as the remnants of ex Hurrican Bertha moved through the English Channel, the winds started to move in and the mist and clouds hung around the island.
Not many people by the sea, the light was translucent and mysterious, the lifeguards preparing for rougher weather.
The previously sunny bay seemed almost atmospheric in mood as the darker clouds moved north. Boats were moored and the waves still calm.
All surf boards were packed up yet the further along the promenade, tourists still bustled along the cafes and sidewalks.
My destination was the ancient fisherman’s chapel on the far side of St Brelades bay. Tiny yet peaceful, a very prayed in place, and I sat in a kind of oasis for a while, thinking and reflecting on the recent weeks and future hopes. A far contrast to the brooding weather outside, the candles, paintings and ambience added depth of context to my prayers.
Later we walked along the headland as the waves and clouds picked up gustily in the brisk winds. A beautiful place, in a strange way, even more so in inclement weather.