The cold and low cloud had transformed the beaches to barren sandy wastelands as the bus skirted past the bay en route to St Helier.
The town was busy throughout the weekend, the festively-lit high street full of shoppers stock-piling for the holiday season. There was no spirit here to find.
The Christmas market was embarrassing. A cheap marquee filled with tack with nothing to fill the senses with festive cheer.
Sunday was better. A nice afternoon spent in St Aubin feasting on a cracking Sunday roast at The Tenby.
And that was that really - until on the Sunday on arriving at the airport, the fog that had lingered all weekend cancelled most flights during the day - including ours.
A night at the Radisson Blu overlooking the harbour expensed by the airline wasn't bad at all.