Isle of Sark – day 1 – 22 : 17 PM – weather : cloudy, after a sunny day – temperature : 9°C
Dear reader,
A first flight from Brussels to London. A second one from London to Guernsey, where I have to stay for a few hours, waiting for the ferry who will bring me to Sark.
Saint Peter Port, capitale and main haven of Guernsey, is a lovely place with white houses terraced on the hills surrounding the harbour. A net of small and sinuous roads reveals a prosperous and amazingly animated city. Plenty of smart and various shops are concentrated downtown, under the more peaceful and residential quarters of the heights.
After an exquisite sea bass at the Nautique, served by a French waiter, I move to the pier where the spruce, blue painted Bon Marin de Serk is awaiting for the travellers to Sark.
The crossing takes about 45 minutes, and soon the abrupt coast of Sark appears in the sunset. At the quay, the Harbour Hill transport, a special tractor-drawn trailer bring me up to the village, and a few minutes later, after a short walk in the last glimmers of the day, I push the entrance door of the Vieux Clos, former Knockavelli’s family house!
Best regards,
Daniel Capelletti
Head of Research of the Global Connected Research Union
Dear reader,
A first flight from Brussels to London. A second one from London to Guernsey, where I have to stay for a few hours, waiting for the ferry who will bring me to Sark.
Saint Peter Port, capitale and main haven of Guernsey, is a lovely place with white houses terraced on the hills surrounding the harbour. A net of small and sinuous roads reveals a prosperous and amazingly animated city. Plenty of smart and various shops are concentrated downtown, under the more peaceful and residential quarters of the heights.
After an exquisite sea bass at the Nautique, served by a French waiter, I move to the pier where the spruce, blue painted Bon Marin de Serk is awaiting for the travellers to Sark.
The crossing takes about 45 minutes, and soon the abrupt coast of Sark appears in the sunset. At the quay, the Harbour Hill transport, a special tractor-drawn trailer bring me up to the village, and a few minutes later, after a short walk in the last glimmers of the day, I push the entrance door of the Vieux Clos, former Knockavelli’s family house!
Best regards,
Daniel Capelletti
Head of Research of the Global Connected Research Union