Mass Autumn Migration

The Sark Seasonal Species is preparing for the Mass Autumn Migration to only they know where. It’s a mystery that needs to be solved by asking when passing. “You alright? When are you going? Where are you going to? Are you coming back next year?”

The winds are blowing, ferries are being cancelled and scoan sales are plummeting, so it’s time for Pearla and Pearla to hang up our aprons and join the Mass Autumn Migration. Today we are sailing on the 11.00 ferry to begin our UK travels, assuming of course that the ferry hasn’t been cancelled.

A week of lasts

In January I wrote about leaving home and the lasts – last hugs from my friends, family and cats etc. And so to October and here I am with sad lasts; last run along the cliff tops to La Coupe, last meal with friends, last donkey walk, final blackberry foraging, last curtsey to Queen Sarah (thanks for the curtsey demo, Sarah, new skills learned are bound to come in handy) and so the lasts went on.

Good-bye Sark

I’m so sad to be leaving my Sark home and once again I reflect that it is the kindness of others that has helped to lodge Sark firmly in my heart. Kindness has sent me on unexpected life paths, for which I will be forever grateful.

So, today at 11.00 Pearla and Pearla will be on that ferry, with, I’m sure a few wee tears, as we watch the craggy rocks, the cliff paths, the lighthouse, Big Sark and Little Sark disappear. We’ll look for dolphins and within the hour, we’ll reach Guernsey, the start of our new journey.

Thank you Sark. It’s ka kite ano – Good-bye until we meet again.