brelade

Picture this. Two oddly dressed women walking a cat on a leash on a beautiful sandy beach, known as St. Brelade’s Bay in Jersey, the cat squealing as the waves swept closer.

Then one of them, seen again, resembling something that looked like a cross between a witch and a ghost, dressed in draped artful layers, wandering through the adjacent churchyard, situated at one end of that wide sandy beach, where she also liked to perform like an angel at night.

And all of this under Nazi Occupation of the Channel Islands during WWII.