Day 1 was warm and sunny, and I caught an earlyish bus from my Airbnb to the other side of the island, to St Peter Port. Mine host had told me where to catch the bus, but as I was wandering around looking for the bus stop, along trundled said bus!! Oh no! So I hailed the bus driver, and he stopped, with not a bus stop in sight!! How kind. The trip was nearly an hour and it was a great snapshot of Guernsey life..Children going to school, OAPs going shopping, workers off to work & 1 tourist, me! The scenery was divine too, and I glimpsed some happy looking Guernsey cows along the way. Arriving in St Peter Port, I found I was not the only tourist there! People everywhere…Lots of Brits on half term holidays with their families, but also heaps were in town for a few hours from a big Cruise ship that had “parked” nearby! After a lovely breakfast including Guernsey butter,
I walked to the Port to catch a ferry to the small island of Sark.
My main aim was to visit a garden I’d read about called the Seigneurie garden. A Seigneur, or Dame, is kind of like a Governor, or Lord/Lady of the island. The “job” is hereditary, and their role has gradually changed over the many years since the first Seigneur in the mid 16th century. A Seigneurie is where the Seigneur lives! Whilst the current Seigneur and his family live in the beautiful old house, which is private and not for visitors, the gardens are run by a trust and are for the public. I had heard that both the garden and tearooms were delightful….They were!
That same taxi driver picked me up the next day and drove me to his ( & David’s) Mum’s home. After a cuppa, we four set off for a whistle stop tour of Guernsey. We drove all around the island and I learnt so much about Guernsey’s history, and David’s childhood and young adulthood.(!!)
We had a delightful lunch in a restaurant near where they used to keep their boat. I chose the Ploughman’s .. I needed a couple of ploughmen to help me eat it too!!
I saw reservoirs, sea views, German bunkers and Norman towers; pebbly beaches, sandy beaches, a manor house, little cottages, Victor Hugo’s house, and lots of great spots to buy and eat fish and chips!! We , of course, stopped for pots of tea!! We also stopped so that I could walk through the dear little, recently restored Little Chapel. We talked, laughed, reminisced and thoroughly wore ourselves out! A wonderful day! Thank you, Barry, Tina and Phil..I hope I’ll get back for longer one day! They left me at the ferry terminal, ready for my crossing to Poole, and I bet they all went home and collapsed!