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| Part of the GU10 band. There are "10"members. |
We got back to the mainland on Wednesday after the short ferry ride from Poole. We shopped High Street and got lost ... I don't know how, because there are only two major streets, and then went to one of the restaurants on Cobo Beach, "Crabby Jacks." We had been there before and I had ordered those delightful mussels, so I was looking forward to another pot, but they were out of mussels and I was so sad, the word "heartbroken" seems a little too dramatic. We walked the cliffs one morning and then had brunch at the Cobo Beach Hotel, which was more like breakfast except no sausages and tomatoes. We visited two wonderful families, Wednesday night and Thursday night. and Friday night we went to a concert at the Forest Parish Church. I search the internet and papers for events so that we can go and invite others and this one just popped up. GU 10, a local folk and shanty band was playing a benefit concert and it was wonderful. We sang and clapped along. They had refreshments and a small baazar and Stephanie bought a silver ring. We talked to people (of course). One lady who sang two songs at the beginning of the night had met with the missionaries and she came back to talk to us. She said that she loved the meetings and it made her think more deeply about her own beliefs. She hoped that the people on the island were kind to them. We talked about the eighty member interdenominational choir that she sings with and told her that President Hewlett had a wonderful voice. The only drawback is that they practice on Monday nights. She was so kind to approach us. At the end of the meeting I talked to Margery of the Vale Church. She wouldn't give me her last name, but said that I could talk to the Priest at Trinity Church. His wife was American and they get involved in a number of charity projects. I was looking at interfaith projects that we could get involved with. She said it was nice to see a missionary couple and maybe they could related to some of the people differently than the young missionaries. Truth be told, the young missionaries are amazing and teach us so much each day. Almost every day when they come home they say, "Do you want to know the miracles we had today/" We have a family prayer at night and they share miracles. I have told them that just being here is a pretty big miracle. That they are willing to serve for two years and go out each day, regardless of the circumstances is a miracle.
Back to Stephanie ... I had booked a ferry Saturday morning to the Island of Sark. There are a number of close island that make up the Channel Islands, Sark is the smallest. It is about a 45 minute ferry ride and we left at 11:45 a.m and were to return on the 4:00 ferry. We packed a picnic lunch, which we ate on a cliff overlooking Little Shark and the ocean. On a "clear day you can see forever," and see France. As we got off the ferry a tractor driven lorry took us to the top of the hill and all of a sudden you were in days forgotten. There are no cars on Sark and the only transportation is your feet, bicycles and horse-drawn carriages. I had checked into Carriage rides before we left and we took that option. If we had a little more time we would have liked to have explored on foot a little more. I am a little unsure of bicycles after my knee surgery and my fall in Devon, but we only had a few hours.
Saturday night was our last event and Stephanie and I went to the Guernsey Brass Concert @ St. James, a former church turned Concert Hall. They were playing music from the movies and I thought she would enjoy it and I also thought it would be better attended. It was well done, but with all I had to do for Sunday we left a little after intermission ( I was trying to find green enchilada sauce ... never found), although when we were waiting for Steve, Stephanie went back in for a couple more numbers.
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France behind. This was the landing point for some settlers and pirates. I really do do my hair each day,
but it usually ends up like this with the humidity and
the wind ...That's' my story and I am sticking with it! |
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| Our ride home. See the people queing up... |
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Our horse and driver ... Winston was his name.
I don't remember hers. |
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The lighthouse on the NE of Sark, constructed in 1913.
"Sark was a desirable place for lighthouse keepers to be posted. As it was considered a 'rock station', pay for serving there was good but it was not as remote as other lighthouses of that class. It might have been the only rock station where the keepers could go to the pub when not working." Thank you Wikipedia!
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So, that is our week with Stephanie. What a joy it was and I think a good break for her.
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