So I came to Jersey, and to Vaux Cuissin, overlooking the beautiful west coast beach at St Ouen.
What a superb place to leave me!
Enter stage left:
... a troll of our own
... the music of the stream
... a drop of golden sun
... the history of WW2 along the shore below
".. here will I sit and let the sound of music drift into my ears ..." Shakespeare, MSND?
Spot on?
Now move me on .....