Finally the skies cleared. No more the museums of Cherbourg. No more perfumed beers. Farewell to “Pirate Pete's” bar. It was down “the Race” with a SW force 5 churning the waters into a boiling caldron as we swept passed the island of Alderney.

Grand Amfroque, Tourtenay, Roustel and Brehon Tower, the marks of the Little Russel, slipped by as we dropped the main and motored on the last of the SW going tide into St Peter Port, Guernsey.

The number 7A bus only costs £1 a head, and circles anticlockwise around the island. Its a great way to see the rocky inlets, and find hidden beaches, all still guarded by the deserted German defences – a cold reminder of the past. We hopped off the bus and walked the SW corner back to the boat. The cliff path winds around the neatly kept lawns, and electrically operated gates surrounding the the houses of the well to do, then drops dramatically down, then rising, then falling revealing stunning bays and fabulous views.

The forecast is good tomorrow. Perhaps that secluded bay, or maybe Jersey, or Iles Chausey....