A bank holiday in Guernsey

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A New Chapter for the Tapir

I’m excited to announce that as of Monday I’m the new Account Executive at London-based travel PR and Marketing company Hills Balfour.

I’ve felt ready for a while to rein in my spontaneous inner-adventurer and sink my teeth into a role which will take me all over the world, whilst enabling me to progress. It’s quite amazing how grounded I already feel knowing I’ll be starting this on Monday and look forward to sharing my business and professional adventures abroad with you along the way.

In the meantime, what’s up London!

wul

 

This is Brighton

Often we are so consumed by the pace of life that we stop noticing the beautiful things around us: nature, architecture, people, landmarks, all of which comprise the fabric of a place. After a while is easy to ignore, or more tune out of our surroundings, so I thought it would be fun to view my hometown Brighton with fresh, tourist eyes.. Here are some pictures from around Brighton town, reminding me just why I love this city!

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The Brighton Pavillion

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Pavillion Gardens

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The Brighton Pavillion

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Pavillion Gardens

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Pavillion Gardens

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The Brighton Pavillion

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The HIV monument, Kemp Town

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Queens Park, Hanover

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Local pubs, Hanover

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Multi-coloured terraced houses, Hanover

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Multi-coloured terraced houses, Hanover

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Happy chappy!

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Bold little squirrels

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Bold little squirrels

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The famous Brighton Pier

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The famous Brighton Pier

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Brighton seafront

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Brighton seafront

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West Pier

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chips and a cider on Brighton seafront

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Brighton seafront

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The Clocktower

Mid-morning chats with Guernsey locals

Oh Guernsey, you’re a funny little island full of funny little people. Having been here for a couple of months now it’s fair to say it’s been an interesting experience observing how the country operates and what the people do, as I discussed in my last post ‘Getting to know the locals’.

The locals cease to amaze and amuse me. Only yesterday a woman ran (and I mean ran) from across the street just to come up to ask me how I injured my leg and whether she could pray for me. She then proceeded to touch my leg and whisper to Jesus. Normal. Totally normal…
Today I met a friendly bus driver on my way from one side of the island to the other. Of course he started chatting away about breaking bones, but the more we got chatting, it came to light that he too broke his leg during a nasty motorbike collision. What fascinated, and yet also baffled, me was his reminiscing of driving a motorbike In Guernsey during the 1980’s (cue the “ohh, it’s not the same any more! Back in the day…“)
He claimed that if you were caught speeding during the 80’s the police would take you down to Cobo bay beach and race the offender: if you beat the police man you could go home, if the policeman won you were down to the station. Of course, there was no guarantee you’d really get away with it because more times than not the police man would know one of your extended family members and you’d get a clip round the ear when word got back you were in trouble with the law! I love the thought the police officers were just as guilty for boy-racing as the trouble makers!

Farnham, England

‘Quintessentially British with a dash of smith and western’ is my lasting memory of Farnham: a traditional, British town nestled in the heart of Surrey. A stunning brick and beam town with cosy little houses, quaint boutiques and gourmet food: put Farnham on your weekend away list sharp!

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Getting to know Guernsey: Fun Fatcs About the Locals

Having spent the past 6 weeks in Guernsey, I’ve begun to notice some of the endearing and peculiar traits of the local people…

  1. They reply to most statements “Is it?” (pronounced “iz-et”) or “eh”
  2. The first 10 minutes of a conversation with a Guern will revolve around finding out who your mutual friends are and then following up the inevitable surprise of having friends/ acquaintances in common with “Small world eh!”
  3. They like to know where abouts on the island you live pretty much immediately
  4. They like to make/grow things to share with their colleagues and friends
  5. They have their own legal tender (The Guernsey Pound) and their own variation of the French language (Guernsey French, which the local news station recites their news out in on a Saturday morning)
  6. Some of them, mainly the elderly, have a slight intolerance for foreigners, outsiders and accents which extends to accents from the British Isles! We have a friend from Manchester and some of her elderly colleagues refused to speak to her until she, “learned to talk properly”
  7. The island is so safe they leave their houses and cars unlocked (I even saw that someone had left their door open on their Mercedes, and when I returned to the car park two hours later it was still there, with the door still open!)
  8. There is a resistant to change: the current big debate is whether shops in the town centre should open on Sunday. The locals are not happy.
  9. People swim in the sea 365 days a year
  10. They say “Cheery” when they say goodbye
I genuinely believe the people I have encountered here are some of the friendliest and balmiest people I’ve ever come across. Perhaps it’s small-island fever, but regardless they cease to amaze and amuse me!