288 OUR VISIT TO JERSEY. 



Grosnez Castle was abandoned in favour of the hotel at 

 Greve-de-Lecq, and we felt that the choice was a wise one — 

 after lnnch. Our next item was the Hongue Boete and a 

 tumulus of the same nature as, but on a smaller scale than, the 

 Hougue Bie. This had been excavated by the Seigneur of 

 the Fief and was found to be a burial-place. A few adven- 

 turous spirits of our party, regardless of their clothes, 

 explored it. The spoils, consisting of horses' teeth chiefly, 

 were at the Manor House. On arriving there, the Seigneur 

 and Mrs. Raworth took charge of us, and to the great delight 

 of the feminine portion of the party gave us a much appre- 

 ciated cup of tea, most acceptable in the hot weather we 

 were in. Next came another Church, St. Lawrence, with a 

 welcome from the Rector and subdued murmurs from the 

 geologists, and then a real reception by the Honorary Presi- 

 dent of the Societe Jersiaise (Mr. Gervaise Le Gros) as a 

 wind-up to the day. Our host, with Miss Le Gros, intro- 

 duced us to all sorts of treasures in the way of rare plants. 

 Our botanists not being with us, we could not help feeling 

 aggrieved. We felt that we could not do justice to the rich 

 fare before us without our savants. A glance at the Ville-es- 

 Nouaux Dolmen, apparently two monuments side by side, an 

 allee couverte and a kist with a cromlech, forming the central 

 portion of a public park, presented to the Parish of St. 

 Helier by Mr. Le Gros and we arrived back at the Hotel at 

 about 7.30. 



Thursday was not so strenuous for us, as Mr. Nicolle had 

 shouldered the work and we were mere onlookers. The States 

 of Jersey tug "Duke of Normandy," a well-chosen name, 

 (why don't our States keep a tug like this in Guernsey to take 

 us to Herm, &c. ?) was at our disposal, and a short trip landed 

 us on the breakwater opposite the Harbour and connected 

 with Elizabeth Castle. A climb, very trying to the elderly 

 members and some of the younger as well, to the top of a 

 pinnacle of rock and we came to the cell of the Hermit, 

 St. Helier. The race of Hermits has died out like stage- 

 coaches, lits de fonaille, mad dogs and other once well-known 

 objects, and one can hardly be surprised, considering the 

 amount of discomfort they had to endure as their penance, 

 and St. Helier did nothing to make his roost a comfortable 

 one. Next to Elizabeth Castle, up a very steep and rickety 

 staircase, and then back to the " Duke of Normandy, 1 ' en 

 route for lunch at the Hotel. After lunch, by train to Gorey 

 and Mont Orgueil Castle, not forgetting a, glance at the abo ^e 

 of Omelette au Kirsch, the Elfine Hotel, The builders of Mont 



