Sark – The Toytown Channel Island

The Channel islands shipping broadcast is at 6am, not 5.30, so we enjoyed half an hour’s sleep in.

Have they not heard of miles?

Have they not heard of miles?

After our usual breakfast of a cup of tea and digestives we took the dingy ashore and spent some quality time on the island. The weather was on our side so after enjoying a coffee and Danish Lorraine and I opted to walk over to Little Sark, whilst Conny and Skip headed in the other direction towards the lighthouse.

ram22Little Sark is where people on the island go to “get away from it all” (according to a travel brochure we picked up). It’s joined to the main part of the island by a single track causeway, with Dixcart Bay on one side and a large sandy beach on the other, looking out towards Guernsey.

ram23The walk was pleasant in the warm sun and it gave Lorraine and I chance to chat. At one point she asked if being on this trip felt a bit like Big Brother, an analogy I had already considered yesterday. She has a point: we’re all strangers thrown together on an unknown adventure, living on top of each other with tasks to complete on the way. This is an interesting way to look at this trip as both Lorraine and I agreed that spending time apart from each other is essential to our sanity, and up until this point we’d not been apart for more than five minutes. It’s not something I want to analyse or spend too much time worrying about, but I do want to make a point of having a bit more time to myself. I don’t mind Skip telling me what to do on the boat, but you know me, I resent being told how to spend my free time.

ram24With these thoughts put nicely to bed we made the most of the sun and took a nice slow motor over to Guernsey, arriving at St Peter Port early evening. It was whilst doing this crossing I decided the ONLY way to see the Channel islands is by boat. It really is a fantastic way to travel (when one isn’t sitting on the skipper’s toes) and I’m looking forward to more hot weather and plenty more cruising! If ever you fancy visiting the Channels Islands, do so by boat.

Sam suggested that one of the nice things about Guernsey is the cosmopolitan feel of the marina. Indeed there are many countries represented in St Peter Port’s marina, but there was one common theme that all the boat owners shared: money. Guernsey is a rich island, with house prices to match London, and it attracts a lot of moneyed-up people. So you can imagine the looks we received when we cruised up into this well-to-do marina – washing hanging off any available rope, music playing on the external speakers, Sam running around in green Speedos (wearing nothing else), Lorraine with blue feet (due to non-colourfast sandals) and Conny looking very Abba. I dunno what I looked like but I don’t exactly ooze rah-rah.

Dixcart anchorage

Dixcart anchorage

ram26Remember that whilst we’d like to believe boating should be for everyone it’s still a rich-man’s sport, so when a bunch of reprobates turn up in a home-made cement boat and moor up next to some bling bling million dollar yacht we’re not exactly greeted with open arms. At first this bothered me. It bothered me that we didn’t look the part and it bothered me that we didn’t have leather hand-stitched upholstery and a fridge that prevents the smell of ripe Camembert to fill the entire boat as soon as one opens the fridge door. I was concerned that we didn’t have perfectly trimmed white beards and didn’t wear deck shoes. The fact it takes me 2 minutes to tie a knot that should take 10 seconds only compounded my embarrassment. And then I though, f*** it? Who cares? I’m having a ball here so up yours you Dutch twat. So what if our boat is sticking out further than yours, who really cares?

My only concern now, Lorraine’s snoring…’s getting pretty noisy!

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