The Glass Church

Today we set off to see Jersey's famous Glass Church.

Wilson had been a bit worried about this, saying that if it had recently been cleaned we might not be able to see anything, or even find it. 

This proved not to be the case. 

We parked the car behind a large white concrete building which, it turned out, actually was the 'glass church'. 

Wilson looked at it scathingly before pointing out the blindingly obvious to me: 'It's not made of glass — it's made of cement! Only the windows are glass… What a gyp!' 

For the rest of the day, whenever we passed a church Wilson would point and say, 'Oh look! Another so-called "glass church" made of cement! The island is full of them!'

Today being my birthday, Wilson gave me a pack of prototype Oddsies! and took me to a beautiful beach-side restaurant in St Brelade's Bay for dinner. 

I must remember to wear my Oddsies! tomorrow when we make our much-anticipated visit to The War Tunnels…