OK, so it’s Sunday, there’s a gentle breeze wafting across the island from the south, it’s a little over cast but the forecast is for sun later, what do you do next? Well, let me tell you – you get on a boat with seven other people and you go to Sark for lunch of course!
It was a little lumpy on the way up to Corbiere but nothing we couldn’t cope with and then, once we turned the corner it was an easy run straight up to Havre Gosselin. This is a super little bay on the West coast of Sark, just at the point where Sark and Brecqhou meet (actually, there’s a small channel that separates them but you know what I mean).
Picking up the mooring buoy was a breeze, as was getting ashore on the jet-rib but climbing up the zig-zag path to the Pilcher Monument at the top was not such a breeze, especially if you are as unfit as me it seems! It is definitely not the sort of hike to be attempted if you have heart issues but most people could make it to the top with a few stops to get their breath back I’m sure.
From the moment it flattened out, we broke into a brisk walk, enjoying the peace and tranquillity of an island devoid of mechanised transport (except for the tractors of course). In fact, we reckon the most noise came from our footsteps and the wind – how delightful.
It’s only a ten minute walk to the high street which, compared to previous visits, was looking a tad quiet. Mind you, it was early May, so perhaps it’ll pick up later in the season.
There’s a visitor centre just before you get to town and Mandy simply couldn’t resist looking down the barrel of the canon…
There’s always one who has to do this, isn’t there?
We also needed a comfort break by now. If ever you go to Sark and you need the loo, they are this way…
After a brief stroll down the high street, we headed for the hotel where we were meeting for lunch. The Stocks Hotel is an oasis in the centre of the island, providing top notch accommodation and exquisite food to go with it.
We tried the locally caught lobster and enjoyed every single mouthful. Sitting in the afternoon sun, sipping Sancerre and chatting with some lovely friends, has to be the most wonderful way to spend a Sunday. Anyway, all good things eventually come to an end, so we took a leisurely stroll back towards the boat.
Here’s a tower we saw en route.
and here’s a cat!
At the monument, we started our decent and it’s at this time, every time I visit Sark by this route in fact, that I’m glad the return journey is down hill and not up!
That’s the boat we came on – the one in the bay there, next to the other ones… long way down isn’t it?
Once we’d all got back to the boat, we strapped the rib on the back, untied the mooring line and we were off. An hour later and we pulled onto the berth in Elizabeth Marina and that was us back in Jersey.
The next time you’re wondering what to do on Sunday…
This has been another Captain Corbett’s Adventure. If I’m not on Jersey teaching a private tuition Day Skipper theory or Yachtmaster theory course, then I’m either spending time with someone on their boat, giving them the confidence to take their boat out with their family and friends on board or I’m off somewhere exotic delivering a boat. Either way, I’ll write it up and put it on the Blog for you all to see, so keep popping back to see my most recent adventure.