The men in my life…

Why does someone come to Sark and stay? Do they seek adventure like me, and then find their fit at last? Or is it as simple as finding life too easy to leave? Here are the men in my daily life, all with their own, unique stories. Some like Rege have been here for far too many years to count, others are young lads who stir my career planning urges.

Dimitri – fell off his ladder 3 weeks ago and cracked his ribs. He’s still hurting despite what he says.

Sebastian – A young Polish lad who came for a season a few years ago and has decided to come back. He’s a great help in the kitchen and peels potatoes faster than you can say hot chops.

Matthew – a very funny, polite Polish lad. Matthew has a girlfriend in Guernsey & we haven’t seen him for a few days but hope he comes back. He’s gorgeous.

Sandis, Milan and Wilhelm (William) all from somewhere East. William is incredibly tall so Milan insisted on standing on a rock.

They are lovely guys who work in the Tea Gardens. Loads of fun and all have their life stories.

Welsh Rege. Only been here 30 years. He’s ex army and travelled the world, came for a season and stayed. He’s general handyman and farm worker. Rarely see him off his tractor.

Serge – known to some as Barcelona, because hmmm, he’s from Barcelona. General handyman and a very quiet man. He sends all he earns home to his 2 adult children.

Philip the carriage driver & Ben his horse.

Andrew the Welshman who deserves to remain in stocks for a while, due to a flask of brandy and getting himself into a wee bit of trouble on Sunday.

You’ve met Nick the Gardener. He be lovin his garden at the moment, he be. His tulips are stunning & I’m enjoying his herbs.

Philip is part of the family that is this quaint hotel. He works hard, 7 days a week like the entire family, including his 90 year old mother, & this hotel and farm has been his whole life. He also does the grocery run so is to be respected!

John the Milkman – supplier of our milk and amazing cream so thick you can stand a spoon in it.

The infamous Chef Collin arrived today but my camera hasn’t met him yet. Rumour has it that he spits fire and eats little children so I am laying low. A Scotsman. That’s all I need to say. I mean …. a Scottish Chef!