When we arrive in the hotel lobby at 6:30 a.m., the scent of fresh croissants greets us. Since we’re being picked up right away, we miss breakfast, but the kind hotel owner has packed a huge paper bag with a picnic breakfast for us, including two warm croissants. So we can still enjoy a relaxed breakfast while waiting for our ferry to Guernsey at the harbor. The ferry first passes the southern and western coast of Jersey, giving us one last look from the water at the places we explored over the past two days. The arrival in St. Peter Port is truly beautiful. The town is built into the surrounding hills, and our hotel sits a bit higher up. We take the bus to Jerbourg, where we circle the Pointe de Jerbourg and discover spectacular beaches, framed by emerald cliffs and teeming with birds.
The island feels similar to Jersey, yet it’s distinctly different, and we’re delighted by the change of scenery as we set out on the coastal path again. When we reach the stunning beach at Fermain Bay, we slip into our swimwear. We finally managed to swim in the sea yesterday, so we should be used to the water temperature by now, right? But somehow, we can’t bring ourselves to dive in today. The water seems a bit colder than in Jersey. Even just soaking our tired hiking feet is refreshing, and the beach is so uniquely beautiful, with so few visitors, that we feel lucky to be here. After our swim break, we hike back to the hotel and, for convenience, stay in the hotel restaurant for dinner. Later, I decide to take a walk to the harbor, and as I step outside, I find myself in another world: thick fog has rolled in, it’s windy and cool—a mystical, truly special atmosphere.