Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Guernsey, England

            Friday, 14 Aug 2015 – We awoke to our alarm at 5:30 AM, and after breakfast, we met in the Princess Theater at 7:00 AM to join our excursion to the island of Guernsey.  While awaiting our turn to board a ship’s tender to the pier, we conversed with Russ and Martha who live in the Dallas/Fort Worth area, although they are both originally from Indiana.

After our 20-minute tender ride to the pier, we boarded our small, 20-passenger bus for our Princess excursion, which drove out of St. Peter Port and headed across the island towards the western coast.  Our tour guide, Melvin, doubled as our driver.  We were told that rocky cliffs alternate here with stretches of beach and sand.  However, we couldn’t see much of anything because it was raining.  We traveled through the island's center and passed the greenhouses that produce Guernsey's major agricultural exports: carnations and cut flowers.  We drove through scenic villages but, again, could not see much.


At Sausmarez Manor
Our first stop was a visit to Sausmarez Manor.  We were given a guided tour of the Manor, and experienced a time capsule of Guernsey's changing fortunes over the last seven centuries through the detailed descriptions provided by the tour guide on staff there.  The first mention of the de Sausmarez family in relation to Guernsey is in a letter dated 1254 from Prince Edward.  The present Manor contains a wealth of fascinating items, including the log from a voyage around the world in the mid-eighteenth century, which culminated in the capture of the world's richest treasure ship.  We viewed the Tapestry Room and the bow-shaped Dining Room, which holds a collection of family portraits.  Jesse brought our backpack that doubles as a stool, which Sally used often during our tour.  (Jesse had received the backpack as an award for one of his Army suggestions.)

Guernsey Island is one of several Channel Islands off the coast of England, but it is also close to France.  Many of the names of villages and streets are French words.  Of course, soldiers of William the Conqueror (from Normandy, France) came here when they conquered England in 1066.  More recently, German soldiers arrived in World War II, when they brought their wounded here from the D-Day landings.  In fact, German soldiers arrived at Saumarez Manor, intending to turn it into a hospital.  However, the Manor’s owner had installed neither electricity nor running water; when the Germans realized these shortcomings, they went elsewhere – which undoubtedly saved the Manor from destruction.  The people on Guernsey lived under German domination for five years.

Next, we visited the famous Little Chapel of Guernsey, which was constructed to resemble the grotto at Lourdes in France.  It was built by hand over many years by Brother Deodat of the Christian Brothers.  

After the tour, we returned to the pier and awaited our turn to board a ship’s tender for our return trip to the ship.  When it began to rain again, we realized that we had neglected to bring an umbrella.  Sally had brought along a hooded jacket that protected her from the rain.  Although we had also brought along plastic ponchos, Jesse opted to get wet instead of having to dry out and refold a poncho!  We were back on the ship and in our cabin by 12:30 PM.  Because Sally then napped until 5:30 PM, we missed lunch and a wine tasting event for which we had complementary tickets.  (Sally wasn’t sad about that.)

For the formal dinner, Jesse dressed in his tuxedo and Sally, in a short evening dress.  Although we sat at a table for two, we conversed with the couple at the next table from Montreal.  We didn’t get their names, but Sally talked politics with the man, while his wife and Jesse mostly listened.  Their primary language is French, and his wife said that she didn’t speak English very well.

After dinner, we danced for about 15 minutes to the Indigo Band in the Piazza.  Many people watched the dancers from nearby and also from the two levels above.  Although Sally liked dancing, she didn’t enjoy our being on such public display!  (Also, that floor is marble, not wood, as dancers prefer.)

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