| Looking in all directions from the top of the main battery: Jane, Brenda and Alan. The low island in the background is Burhou. |
| The causeway is covered at high tide. Even at this stage it is dangerous to cross: three people were swept off earlier in the year and it took two hours to rescue them. |
| Waves beating on the rocks around the base of the fort. |
| Union Flag flying above the German Casemate. This once housed a 90mm costal defence gun, but this week was Alan & Brenda's bedroom. |
| General view of the fort from #2 battery: officers' quarters on the left and soldiers' quarters in the foreground. |
| John, Jane, and Peter on top of the casemate are not aware of the window-cleaning going on below... |
| The view from inside the casemate, now with clean(er) windows. |
| Fort Clonque at dusk, seen from the access road near Fort Tourgis. |
| An appropriate bib for the occasion - it even stayed fairly clean for a while! |
| Triple snook. |
| Richard and Torr in marching order. |
| The Fort's allegiance did change from day to day.... |
| Christmas Day brings forth a cherub. |
| Kate presented a memorable plate to Jane and Andrew - more of this later... |
| Presents and sherry: Beryl, Jane, John, Kate, Alan, Andrew, Torr, Richard. Photo by Brenda. |
| Keep drinking the sherry... |
| I remember a large rib of beef, but here there is only the cheese and port left. |
| nissed as a pewt |
| The plate explained - some of us had been here before, and Kate painted one of our meals into the Fort's logbook. |
| A musical end to the day: Brenda with flute. |