I am sailing stormy waters

Sailing was my life at one time, based at a marina in plymouth Devon (Mayflower Marina) I would sail Europe.

The Channel Islands were a favourite with us, me and my crew, 16 hours sail from Plymouth across the channel.

Jersey, Guernsey, Alderney and Sark were our main stops.

Sark is a strange one, we came up to Sark at night and decided to go ashore to stretch our legs. What a eerie place, the mists were roiling in and not a human in site, we walked for half an hour and came to a house with the lights on as we were pretty well lost by this time I knocked on the door to get directions, no reply and the door was open, I picked up my courage and shouted whilst warily walking into the hallway, nothing, it was like the Marie Celeste, not a human in the place I had a look around in case someone was ill in there, but not a soul. Well we left the house as we found it and continued walking.

Out of the mist, like a ghost, came a lone cyclist. I waved him down and asked him the way to any moorings, he didn't say anything, just pointed in the direction of a small road, ok we took it and sure enough came upon a quayside with mooring pontoons.

We were a bit fed up by this time and not wanting to get lost walking back to the other side, I radioed our coordinates to my friend Mark who had stayed on board, he found the mooring pontoons on the map and set sail around the island. About an hour later he radioed us for a torch beacon to guide him in, in the pitch black a torch showed up like a lighthouse and he brought the boat to us.

We moored up for the night and chatted about the weird island of Sark.

Has anyone else been there.

Next day we set sail for Alderney, but that's another story.