We got up in the morning to find that Val had had a rough night. The room below hers contained a stag party, whose room had a jacuzzi on the balcony. At 1am after much noise Val observed 10 young gentlemen in the jacuzzi all stark b…. naked having gin drinking competitions. The night staff were not overly keen on intervening until they came up against Val. To misquote the Duke of Wellington “I don’t know what effect she has on the enemy, but by God, she terrifies me!”. Shortly afterwards they stopped… We caught the 10am ferry to Sark. The weather was a bit chilly, and the boat was full.
Particularly inside where it was warmer.
On Sark some of us hired a horse and cart tour:
OK until Chico the horse needed to answer the call of nature by stopping in the middle of the road. Others decided to hire cycles, whether 2 or 3 wheels:
Elwyn’s bike had a puncture, others were just saddle sore. A theme that had just started was scarecrows in the form of nursery rhymes, eg:
On Sark there is a gold postbox to celebrate Carl Hester’s role in Great Britain’s dressage team’s gold medal:
The weather warmed up through the afternoon, which meant quite a few of us were doing lobster impressions later, having not applied suntan cream. Once back at the hotel, as my Lima has developed a misfire, Roger and Bob helped track the fault, or more a case of eliminnating possibilities such as plugs, distributor cap, coil etc. Current theory is dodgy fuel, I will be kangarooing my way to Jersey tomorrow.