Today, close to the hotel where I was staying, I looked upon the Channel Islands.
Oh, not the real, proper Channel islands that you know, love, and live on. But those other so-called Channel Islands, the ones off the coast of California. I was staying in Ventura, California (near Los Angelas), on the way to the wedding of my cousin in Ojai (that’s O-hai. The J to “H” is a Spanish language thing), and I was staying on the harbour where the ships go to take visitors to these so-called Channel Islands. (I’m not even convinced that these islands lie within a proper channel. And both the visitors center as well as the University of California Channel Islands are on the mainland. What kind of self-respecting Channel Island would make it impossible for visitors to their visitors center to actually be visiting the islands at the time?)
When my family placed an order for Sue Daly’s Channel Islands DVDs, she asked them knowing they were American, if they really wanted DVDs about the English Channel Islands, since most Americans who order from her really want videos about the Californian Channel Islands.
Those islands are no comparison, really. The California islands have goats, lots and lots of goats. The English Channel Islands have Magpies, fishing foxes, and old men named Dave. And ormer!! I can tell which is better.
One day, I hope to look upon the real Channel Islands, but today I had to settle for this substitute.