Creux Harbour to Creux Harbour – 25th September 2023
What a wonderful day. The sun shone and it was a pleasant 19 degrees. It started with a nice 40 minute ferry ride. Then the usual lack of overly pressing health and safety on to the pier steps in Sark. Sark like Herm has no cars, buses etc. They rely on horse and carriage and a few tractors. The lack of that constant traffic noise is immediately noticeable and immensely satisfying. Nothing very strenuous in the unpaved lanes and gorse lined grass paths. No downez to beaches every 2 minutes, although plenty of treks through nice little river valleys.
Herm and Jethou to round and it looks like a lovely day ahead.Jesu! What about the 200 metre rule. Where’s the water cops when you need them?The cap. doesn’t like to get too far from the coast. The lighthouse guarding the entrance to the harbour.Tide’s too low. We end up hanging around here for 30 mins.Parking your boat at the top of this first cliff doesn’t seem right, but what do I know. It’s also the last resting place of the little tanker that was an essential part of the last ABBA tour, carrying as it did Benny and Agnetha’s Stolichnaya ration.A couple of the carriages that shuttle the masses of tourists around.Very sensible. This place, naturally, is abounding in bikes, which we want to keep from the paths at all costs.Sark Henge. Very dubious that our ancestors could make such precise holes through rock. Turns out – Sark Henge was built in 2015, to commemorate the 450 year anniversary of Queen Elizabeth granting the fief of Sark to Hellier de Carteret in 1565.The cliffs of Little Sark reflecting the Sun. Be there soon.Just about the only beach on the whole island.The ex-pat Ewoks hang out here, far from the crowds, when not on the sound stage at 20th Century Fox.A typical road and just my luck – a traffic jam.Even with the rails it feels more dangerous than a cliff path.Not a stair that I want to try. What was it like before? When a muddy track with no rails!That stair goes down to this inlet.Seeing a lot of these pink orchids around.A side road.The ventilation tower from the silver mines that failed.A picture of holes in the mud, I hear you say. No. Many, many, entrances to a wild bee hive.Hmmm! Art or Barbie?Now gotta wrangle a few of le boeufs. As advertising goes, it is a little low key.On her way to her throne, Barbie loses her gin mug.Free milk if you want it, 24 hours a day. Couldn’t find the dispenser. Prob further in.The gun goats proudly carry their ammunition around their necks, ready for the day.Their gun.Some property developers own that one – Brechou – and built a monstrosity of a faux castle on it.Herm on the right and the glorious shell beach, Jethou on the left and behind them, Guernsey.Making good time so headed inland for a cappo. The main drag on Sark.Local young guns racing off the traffic lights. Only joking. They have no traffic lights.Well, I am doing a heady 4 miles an hour here, but I suppose I could shorten my stride for a bit.The pier for the ferry down below – plenty of time.It is like a huge decaying caterpillar.Throughout the islands I keep seeing these little butterflies sunning themselves on the paths but can never get my camera out in time, until now. However, just on Sark …Are these tiny sky blue purply ones.Creux harbour proper.
The old and new tunnels to the harbour.
I’ll not say what the old one looks like, but its angry.
Sark done. I had to laugh at the heaps of walkers dressed in their serious gear on the ferry out with me. I thought that I wasn’t going to get any peace but they all got off the ferry and straight on to the tractor pulled carriages to get a lift up the hill to the main drag. As a result, peace, tranquillity, bliss. Very lovely place, would come again.
