Sark
The next stop was Lezardrieux, up another river, but wider, with moorings here and there. We know the tide runs diagonally through the pontoons in the marina, but get into a vacant berth safely. But the harbour master chases us out onto a different one, and as we go astern, the current catches us and we power out luckily without a scrape. Crab linguine in the harbour bar does the business.
Calculating the course to get to Sark is a navigational challenge. The tides round the Channel Islands might have been designed to ensure you get it wrong. The wind is dead astern, so we have to gybe up there, and the predominant tide is easterly, but calculating how far to go on each gybe to ensure we arrive uptide while rolling from side to side is interesting. When we can see Guernsey and Sark it gets even more interesting, as the chart plotter tells us that steering straight towards our goal will not achieve it. Anyway we get there and pick up a mooring in Greve de la Ville. But we're very close to a 48 foot Grand Soleil, and at 5 in the morning we're woken by a bump. No damage, but again I'm on anchor watch. This time they realise the mooring is too small for them, leave, and I go back to bed.
Sark is amazing. An enchanted Isle. Flowers everywhere, silence from the lack of cars, and La Seigneurie garden a paradise of horticulture with wonderful scents at every turn. Like I suppose all enchanted isles it's suffering unemployment and depopulation, not helped by a feudal governing family using their feudal powers to enrich themselves at the expense of the islanders. We rent bicycles and go from end to end admiring the views, the rocks, and the wild honeysuckle which wafts us along. We love it. Especially the treat of a lobster at La Sablonnerie.