Only a short ferry ride from Jersey, on an enormous beast of a catamaran, is continental Europe and the port of St. Malo, our jumping off point to the spectacular countryside of Brittany. Rolling green hills, farmland, quaint towns and opulent Chateau’s abound in one of the most beautiful regions of France. Growing up, Iain spent his summers piling into the family car towing along the caravan exploring this stunning country. One day his parents Kathy and Alan decided to purchase an adorable cottage on a quiet lane in the heart of Brittany to turn into a peaceful holiday retreat for the family. Being just a two and a half hour trip between home in Jersey and the Cottage in France we couldn’t resist Kathy’s suggestion of a leisurely week in the French countryside, doing what we do best; plodding about, eating delicious fresh French food and sampling their finest wines.
Have you ever heard of a little island called Jersey? Don’t worry not many people have. If truth be told Treeny didn’t even know of its existence until she met Iain. Meeting people while travelling is always interesting for us when introducing ourselves. If it is not the confusion of how to pronounce Iain’s name – that second i really puzzles people – it is trying to understand where he is from. When Iain would say he is born and bred in Jersey people would reply “But you don’t have an American accent”, or most horrifically “Oh, like Jersey Shore”. Iain’s homeland Jersey is a charming little island in the English Channel, only 20km from the coast of Normandy in France and 160km from the south coast of England. This is the REAL Jersey, the 100% original. This is not New Jersey or America. You will not find Snooki here! Only cows, farms, off-shore banking, REAL Jerseymen and Women, castles and some adorable seaside villages. Finally after three and a half years of living in Australia and gallivanting around the globe, Iain made it home!