Sark
02 August 2005 | Sark
The next day we took Yanita over to Sark. The passage was uneventful. Wind and tide (Alderney Race) gave us a helping hand. We we're of Havre Gosselin in just over three hours. Picked up the last remaining buoy.
The almanac claimed there's a watertaxi - no such thing. How do we get off the boat? As it was near low water, the landing steps were clearly visible. Another crazy idea (as only I can have them) is starting to take shape. The water is very clear here, so we should see all the rocks. Starboard bow is heavily fendered, family forward to jump ashore when I bring Yanita alongside. It works! I motor Yanita back and pick up the buoy. Now, it only remains for me to swim ashore. No! The water is way too cold. Evita decides to "borrow" a dinghy moored there and rows over to pick me up. That's my girl! Ashore at last.
Sark: "the island where time stands still". They weren't kidding. Horses and carts all over the place. The salty smell of the sea but a distant memory. Horse manure is all you can smell initially.
The gardens of the Seigneury were very beautiful. The
kids spend half an hour in the maze. As usual, Yanni took great pride in beating his sister to the exit.
Of to see La Coupee (the connection between Sark & Little Sark): words fail me. Very impressive.
Back to the boat (a kind soul offered us a lift) for a meal, a game of checkers and an early night.
So far, we've done Guernsey, Herm, Alderney & Sark. Jersey tomorrow.