Sark is one of my favourite and most relaxing holiday destinations that I have ever been to.
The Sark Shipping Company’s is one of the only means of transport in and out of Sark. The advantage of a petite bateau is the stunning sea views you can drink in with not a head or a camera to obstruct it. We plonked ourselves down on the outer deck, with the the sea lapping against the boat and spraying our faces to gain a true sailors perspective. Finally, we arrived. The last time I came here we caught the tractor and trailer up to the top of the hill. But P had other plans, so there begun our hike, to be honest I was grateful to stretch my legs and see the winding pathways up to ivy-clad cottages. Then once we reached the brim of the hill, there was only a short walk (this time down hill) to our lovely hotel, Stocks.
Now if you are thinking silly sausages carrying their bags up a steep rickety path, think again my friend, as Stocks has one up on you there, simply attach the luggage tag Stocks send you and your luggage is sent directly from your boat to Sark up to the hotel foyer – by horse and cart, no less. Stocks in this is the only hotel on the island that is family owned and run. And if you ask any of the locals it would be the only place you could possibly stay! Each room is individually decorated and named after a place on the island. After dropping our bags in the room, having a good ol’ fashioned snoop and spruce up, we rushed down stairs to enjoy an Aperitif in the Smugglers bar, a cosy bar with an amazing array of cocktails, stacked with homemade herb and fruit wines and more whiskies than you can shake a stick at!
After being suitably tippled you are led through to the restaurant, the menu changes everyday to keep up with the best the harbour can offer. A complimentary Hors d’oeuvre was offered whilst we waited for our starters (this again changed every day) always colourful and well presented and gone in one swift mouthful!
Breakfast is equally anticipated, before going P’s sister told me to go for the porridge, now normally porridge doesn’t normally ring excitment, but somehow it is deliciously comforting, like a bowl of hot childhood memories scooping you up and out of your sleepy haze. The Farmhouse breakfast is all it promises and more, I don’t think a cooked breakfast is complete without hash browns, so if you ask really nicely for a trade of the mushroom and the ever friendly staff may just slide one on for you. Now if like us, you jam pack your holidays fill of walking, swimming and experiencing as many things as possible, you may need to just sit and relax one afternoon. After our trip around little Sark, we thought it was high time to snuggle into thick white robes and pad down to the Jacuzzi and pool before dinner.
Relaxing as the sun went down and the hotel came to life again from its dreamy haze for dinner service and it all begins again!