At first I was afraid...

But I survived at least the outward leg of my trip to Guernsey on the aeroplane with propellers.

Just about to go and do a couple of meetings and have checked into my very pleasant hotel room with a view over the marina and the cruise ships moored outside. Guernsey is experiencing an Indian Summer even if London is not, so I spent a couple of hours wandering around. It's an odd mix - lots of people wandering around picking up their lunch from Boots and M&S, and tourists clutching large cameras sharing the streets.

Generally stuff here looks fairly expensive - guessing that's a combination of 'tourist tax' and the need to import everything except (it seems) milk products and tomatoes. And offshore financiers obviously. And the shops aren't too different to home. A lot of jewellers, but not all high end stuff (tax free?) but St Peter Port is a working town for the locals and it shows it. But every time I've been here before it has rained nonstop, so at least this time I could see some of it. And I've managed so far to avoid hanging onto any funny money - the sort of stuff that makes Scottish currency look substantial.

As mentioned above, a nice hotel - La Fregate - at least bits of which are very old, and which hangs onto the side of a hill, in a way that gives everyone a sea view. I'm not paying for this one, but you know it isn't going to be cheap though.

So, meetings now before drinks and canapes at 6:30. Then I've got the big presentation to the Board first thing. Feeling it will go well, but up to a point these things are always a bit of a job re-interview.  If I foul it up massively, it is likely to be 'career-limiting'. But, for now anyway, the prospect of that is considerably better than that tiny plane waiting for me afterwards. Ah well...