5 July 2025 to 12 July 2025
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5 July 2025 to 12 July 2025
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| Cover your ears! The noon day gun is a long-standing tradition in Guernsey. We have seen it twice now. Once from town, when the smoke appears before the bang, and now, close-up, where there is no appreciable delay. Even though I was expecting it, I still jumped, which is very obvious when you watch the video. It was loud! I have joked beforehand: "Get ready for ringing in the ears". It shouldn't have been a joke. We had been provided with a bus to the castle, as it is quite a way for some of us older folk to walk. |
The history is well presented, I spent ages reading the boards and listening to the short videos. The lightning strike on the powder store is the most incredible story. The governor survived, still on his mattress, but now outside the castle, and was woken by the rain. His wife did not survive. After that, governors lived on the island.
We wandered around the castle, but with both of us struggling with our knees, we didn't get everywhere.
There are some lovely little gardens in the castle. They are all kept in the style of their original owners.We were one of the few couples who came back on the bus.
After that, and some lunch, we took a bus ride to Cobo Bay. We had intended to go anti-clockwise, on the 92 (anti-clockwise), but that particular bus is only for non-school days, so we had to go the other way around, on the 91, 30 minutes later. We stopped at Cobo bay for about an hour. Had ice cream, a walk on the beach, a paddle (Jo only), and a cup of tea in a tearoom. All the while trying to find Wi-Fi, and keeping an eye on the bus. We had a short walk to make sure we were on the right road and waited - sitting on the sea wall - for the bus.
| Cobo beach, from the bus stop |
We briefly returned to the Hotel, to get something to sit on and pick up the food we had stored in the fridge. Then it was off to the castle, on foot to the KPMG 'Castle Nights' concert.
Day 8 - the return trip
Although the flight isn't until late afternoon, there is not much that can be done today because there is that very hard deadline to meet. So it was a quiet morning, sitting in the hotel reading and generally being lazy. All the baggage arrangements worked, all the transport arrangements work, the flight back was lovely, we could see most of southern England as the plane turned on its various tracks. There were lovely views of the Isle of wight and Southampton and Portsmouth. We arrived home late evening after a great holiday.
![]() | Today's official activity was a visit to Candie Park. Alex would lead us up there and get us into the museum. We went up with the rest, but as we had already been in the museum, we just walked around the gardens. | |
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| Supposed to be the oldest greenhouse on the island, but it is not well maintained, or not maintained at all. I hope this is only temporary. | |
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| The climate allows plants to grow that would not survive elsewhere. We spent maybe 90 minutes in the park, then had a drink from the café and returned to town. | |
| We arrived back just too late to ride the 'Petite Train', so bought some lunch and tried to find some shade to eat it, on what was the hottest day of the holiday so far. After an age of a wait, we finally boarded the train. Another guided tour, with a lot of repeated information, but it also went to some parts of the town we had not seen - the bathing pools. They were created by the Victorians, with strict male / female segregation. Even being built so that one group could not see the other. | ||
| We then walked out to the military tunnels, with an impressive display of WWII memorabilia and air conditioning. The lorry in this picture was used in the Indiana Jones film. Then back slightly to the bathing pools and visited the café there. We watched the boys dive-bombing off the diving board as we enjoyed some refreshment. | ||
| On the way back we passed this tribute to Edler Schweizer Ritter Othon, a friend of Edward In 1277 he was appointed Governor for life of Guernsey and the Channel Islands. That a tribute like this can be left out in the open, close to a bar, is a tribute to the people of Guernsey. There has been no vandalism of this monument. |
Off we went for the 60-minute crossing to Sark. The sea was flat and calm, the drone of the diesel engine soporific, and was the close atmosphere inside the boat. I didn't sleep, but it was a close thing.
Climbing up the hill after docking didn't do much to bring life back to me, the walking was slower than I would have liked. A little way up is a café and tractors pulling the 'toast racks' to take you up the long steep hill on to the island proper - which is pretty flat. As you can see from the picture, there are no chains or bars to keep you in your seats. I was sat on the edge, it was a bouncy ride with a few twists and turns. Plenty of adrenaline now as I slide on the plastic seat a few times.Once on the island, we wandered up the main road. There are no cars, but there are tractors, and electric bikes, pedal bikes and horses and carts. Walking on the roads is not safe. Indeed, health and safety seems not to be a feature of Sark. We saw women riding on the mud guards of tractors, two people on a bike, all sorts of weaving in and out as one person tried to get past another.
A lady had kindly moved to allow us to sit on the seat by the side of the road. She had been a resident of Sark for three years, originally visiting as a tourist and falling in love with the island. Following a road accident, she decided that life was too short not to do what she wanted and moved. A courageous decision, considering there is no NHS on Sark. Health care is provided by insurance. We had just a little time to kill before the horse and cart tour of the island. We visited the post office (and general store, hardware store and garden centre), where we bought ice cream, and some metal measuring spoons. Then visited the Tourist Information office for about 10 minutes.
Then it was time to climb up on the cart and be led around the island by the horse. Our guide told us stories of the original old houses and the families that were the first residents. Anyone can live on Sark, if they can afford it. There are no taxes, no road maintenance, limited schools, and a general consensus that the government is not looking after the island as it should.
Generators are required in some places because one owner decide he didn't want cables crossing his land, so those beyond it cannot have mains electricity.
The tour returned us to the top of the main road up from the port. We spent a little while in a café with some of our fellow travellers, then it was back on the 'toast rack' for an even hairier journey back down the hill.
The crossing back to St. Peter Port was as smooth as the outgoing journey.
In the evening, we visited the town church and looked at the only one of its windows to survive the war. We had dinner at the 'Ship and Crown'. Up the long flight of steps to the first floor, where there is a very wide window providing amazing views of the port. The fish and chips here was lovely, but also quite expensive. That's partly the location, but also the in line with prices on Guernsey in general.
This was perhaps the longest of the organised events. We joined the bus quite early and began the tour. There was, of course, some overlapping information with the walk around St. Peter Port, and at one point when he was talking about Privateers, the tax rate went from 20% on the walking tour to 33% on the bus tour. If you don't want to follow the link, privateers are pirate ships that employed by the state to disrupt foreign (enemy) shipping. They are allowed to keep what they capture, but must pay a tax to the crown.
The first stop on the tour was the Little Chapel at Les Vauxbelets.
The chapel is 16 ft x 9 ft. It was built from whatever could be begged from anywhere. It is beautifully done and a fantastic tribute to God. Getting through it is quite challenging, it's narrow, and I was in constant fear of damaging it. A lot of the broken pottery is Wedgewood. There really are bits from everywhere.
Our next stop was a WWII gun emplacement. We left the bus and walked across the uneven ground, with its trenches and camouflage. Even now, it is only clear where the trenches are if you look closely. There were many warnings from the bus driver to take care. It was a beautiful day -very peaceful, providing a stark contrast to the activity that was here over 80 years ago.
For refreshments, we stopped at the Guernsey Pearl, where I snapped a picture of a model of the Roman ship that was wrecked. I don't remember seeing it on our previous visit.
The Royal Golden Guernsey Goat is a similar colour to the Guernsey Cow. The breed of cow is carefully managed. They have a genetic difference that prevents them from breaking down beta-carotene, hence the colour. That also give their milk (so also butter and cheese) a rich golden colour.
The second part of the tour, around the north of the island, took us along the north coast - Vason bay, Cobo bay and a few smaller ones. These are where the natural beaches are found. They are long, wide beaches with fine sand - a beautiful place for an afternoon at the beach. We didn't get to stop for a paddle.
Moving around the East Coast, we soon completed our journey through St Samson and back to St. Peter Port.
Once back, we went to find the tapestry, it is somewhere behind the sunken garden, but when we finally found the right door, there was a notice saying the tapestry was no longer on display, and had been moved for restoration.
We had lunch in a bar, opposite the sunken garden on one side and opposite the Prince of Wales pub. I think the pub provided the food, judging by the direction it came from. The bar had a big TV, and we watched some Wimbledon, then visited Candie park and looked at the statue of Victor Hugo. The official visit to the park and museum is overmorrow.
After watching Alcaraz vs Norrie, we needed so dinner, but it was quite late. We wandered around, not wanting a huge meal, so tried Island Pizza, by the time we finished they were already closed and just about packed away.
| Fort Grey, from the Guernsey Pearl. |
We headed to Fort Grey, opposite the Guernsey Pearl. We had been given the information about bus routes and charges in the TI yesterday. So, 91 out, from the terminus, and later 92 back. The route takes us past the airport. Not knowing enough about how the buses work, and exactly where the stops are, I followed the route on Google Maps and the island map that the tour guide (Alex) had given us. I pressed the bell early, and the bus stopped some way away from where I expected it to. Getting off, we saw the word 'BUS' painted on the footpath. Now we know how it works.
We had heard a lot about the Roman era shipwreck that was found just off the coast. The Guernsey Museum has the story here, https://museums.gov.gg/romanship. This location, in a shed next to the Guernsey Pearl, is a temporary place for the wreck, it will be moved and displayed in a purpose built location eventually.
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The fort contains displays of various Guernsey shipwrecks, some disastrous and some not so bad. From the top there is an excellent all-round view of the bay. It is an ideal defensive location. The day was very windy, so being up on top was not pleasant.
We lunched at the Guernsey Pearl, and tried their Himalayan food.
The soup I had was nice, but a little too spicy for me. Then back on the 91, again the fare was £3.60 for both of us.
We had been told by the lady in the TI that there was a concert in Saumarez Park - The National Trust of Guernsey's annual show. So we took another bus and bought dinner there. Dinner was a Guernsey Ice cream (deliciously creamy), followed by 'bean cup', a local dish. It is a thick, mixed bean stew with ham hock, served in a take-away coffee cup. I enjoyed it, Jo, not so much.
We tried, then bought some Gache ('gosh'), a traditional Guernsey tea bread. The settled down to watch the show. The traditional dancers did a good job, but reminded me of 'Allo 'Allo. The scout marching band was very entertaining and the local folk singers, singing in Guernésiais, did a great job.
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Then to get the bus back. This is the penultimate bus on this route. We do not know where it goes from, so we had to leave at 7:30pm to be sure to catch it. That meant that the last act, the one we were most interested in hearing, was missed. The show was running a little late, but this band took ages to set up, and then found the sound system was no longer working. We left, without hearing a single word from them.
We met a couple from our tour who had had an eventful day not getting quite where they expected to, and had been rescued by a local driver. They went to the stop we got off at, but we went in a different direction and waited at another stop. That stop had a closed sign on it, so we walked further down the road to the 'Temporary Bus Stop' sign. There were a few other festival goers there, and we chatted and convinced ourselves that we were in the right place. I went back to get our fellow travellers, but they were already on their way. We almost filled the bus.
Sunday is often a strange day. Many places are closed, but today we have a guided tour of St. Peter Port. We meet outside the hotel and are split into two groups - 31 is too many for a guide to deal with. The guides take different routes, and we cross halfway round.
Our guide is very knowledgeable, and indicates the friendly rivalry with the bigger island (Jersey) early on - it is not to be mentioned.
Here are some of the things I remember from her talk.
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| A witches seat |
| The stone marks the position of the gates of the town, but no wall has been found |
| From the end of the gargoyle to the pub is the shortest distance between a church and a pub in the British Isles. |
In terms of planning, everything has been done for us. We are officially old, as we start our Titan Holiday. Titan is owned by Saga. The car arrives just when it said on the itinerary. Here we meet three ladies, two of whom will become our companions for large parts of the trip. The 'bus' (9 seats, including the driver) is a bit small for the six of us. One is in the front seat, so we cannot communicate with her.
We arrive at the airport after a fairly uncomfortable, but uneventful journey. There is plenty of time to spare, check-in / baggage drop is simple, and the queue is small. It's a long time since I've flown on a turboprop, I remember they can descend more quickly than jets. The weather is slightly cloudy, so it's a beautiful day for flying We are soon in the clouds, so we can't easily track where we are.The flight is about one hour, and almost before we know it we have descended below the clouds and the instruction has been given to prepare for landing. As we approach the runway, the stability of the descent disappears in turbulence, shortly after that there is a loud and heavy bump, we bounced back into the air (hence half-volley). We hit the runway, but did not land. The pilot took us for a little tour of the Guernsey Airspace and then tried again. This time it was normal.
We had soon claimed our bags and met with the Titan representative. A bus took us from the airport to the hotel, a separate van took our luggage. On arriving at the hotel, our room access cards and an information pack were ready for us; we were soon in our room. We are on the third floor, in an extension of the hotel. As we enter the extension corridor, the temperature rises maybe 5 or 6 degrees. Thankfully, the room has air conditioning, although it takes time to cool the room.
There is a drinks reception and dinner at the hotel later, but for now we have time to explore St Peter Port. While doing that, we stopped for tea and a very large slice of apple pie in the Terrace Garden café.
| I had been discussing flags - especially the Guernsey flag, with Thomas. I had not quite understood his description, until I saw the flag, then it made sense. It was essential to send a picture of the flag and complete the conversation. | |
| Post boxes in Guernsey are blue. Their Post Office was privatised; the company then decided to change the colour. They are also celebrating 80 years of liberation (on May 9th 2025, and throughout the year). Knitted post box covers are now a 'thing' in Britain, and from this perspective they are as British as it gets. | |
| There's a sculpture of a man sitting on a seat. The man is not identified, we looked around for a plaque, but there was only one to the sculptor. We found out later that this is Victor Hugo. His most famous works are: The Hunchback of Notre-Dame (1831) and Les Misérables (1862). He lived in exile on Guernsey for about 15 years, and wrote Toilers of the Sea (Les Travailleurs de la Mer – 1866) as a tribute. |