A day on Sark

As we rounded the far side of the island the lighthouse came into view warning vessels of the treacherous nature of the waters round here.

Hop on the tractor-towed open carriage and we were taken up the steep slope to the village.

The roads are two carts wide and the only traffic you hear is the clip clip of horses and tractors moving things from one place to another. Roads themselves are surfaced specifically for horse transport, accommodating their need for non slippy surfaces. No cars, no vehicles on Sark and its so peaceful.

Bicycles are a firm favourite for locals and you often pass them lying against the hedge where they've been left.

The scenery is magnificent With France, Aldernay and Jersey visible one side whilst Herm and St Peter Port lie on the other. It's only when you stand and look out, you realise just how close France really is.

a small quarry where all things solid, like rubble and old brickwork,  gets broken up and reused. It's hard to tell if there is any quarrying per say, but the area at least is still in use.

I can never resist a fishing boat and this one, sitting out the water in the smallest working dock in GB, was just itching to be photographed. 

A lovely day. Now back, tired and ready for rest. Maybe a shower and a wander to the livingroom; catch up with some of the others in the group.