The move to Jèrri was not easy on our son and we have frequently sought to comfort him with the suggestion that he is luckier than most to have two homes; his new island home with Grandad and la grève on his doorstep and his second home in the UK (lé Rouoyaume Unni) with his cousins and old friends...

This morning as we walked along the Sorel (Souothé) headland we were treated once again to the wonderful sight of several red-billed choughs (caûvettes à rouoges bés) gliding overhead. This was the first time I had seen them in such numbers and heard their sharp call...

I have a photo of my grandparents at the house in Ste Mathie that I took while sitting at the kitchen table after tea one evening. On the work surface in the background is a telephone with extra large buttons, a teasmade (that they never used), a ridiculous biscuit barrel in the shape of a marmalade dog and a bottle of Safeway Savers cola...

Twelve years ago our home in Jèrri was in St Cliément. This time around we live in Ste Mathie, coincidentally across a field from where I lived with my grandparents as a child, and I can see their old house from the kitchen window when I am washing the pots...

I joked recently that learning Jèrriais has been a painful experience in more ways than one...

Over the past month I have been inducted into the most wonderful community of Jèrriais; people who love the island of Jersey and who share a passion to preserve what makes it unique...

It has been a while since my last post and for very good reason. The past month has been like living in a crazy whirlwind since I accepted a teaching position in Jersey. Not my usual area of expertise though; something completely new...