A few weeks ago I headed out to Jersey for a little break away. Jersey, the biggest of the Channel Islands but still only 9x5 miles big with only 100,000 thousand people has always been one of my favourite places to go. I love the fact that it's only a half an hours flight away, that you can get to some of the most gorgeous beaches on the shortest bus ride or a short walk, I love that it's this odd little mix of French and English and I have some very happy memories of being there when I was a kid and having a stupid amount of beaches to pick from.
After deciding that I wanted to explore the north of the island, Rozel was recommended to us by some of the locals, and after a fairly long winded bus journey (which saw the bus getting stuck a number of times down narrow country lanes) we finally got there, and luckily it was boiling hot, but also extremely quiet.
We arrived at about 2.30pm, and realised we were starving and so set out to try and find a good place to eat. Stupidly we forgot we weren't in London anymore and that in Jersey they actually had a lunch service and didn't just serve food continually. We thought we might just have to go without, but instead walked along the pier and found the Hungry Man beach cafe, which appears to be one of the most loved beach cafes in Jersey. I can sort of see why. If you were hungover, it would have been one of the most amazing places to eat - burgers have names like "the double decker health wrecker". We weren't hungover though, and instead settled on one crab sandwich and one prawn sandwich, both were pretty enjoyable.
I ended up chickening out of swimming in the sea, although I really should have done because it was boiling hot, but I hate the idea of swimming where there are boats. Pathetic eh? I missed my chance though because the next few days in Jersey the weather was no where near as good. We went back to the pub instead, and spent the next few hours listening to two best men practising their speech for the next day's wedding. I'll never know who Phil is, but I do know that he's extremely posh, good at lacrosse, is really short and makes gagging noises when he brushes his teeth.
Rozel is lovely though and I'd love to go back, I can really see why all the local people recommended we visit while we were there.