Guernsey - "Guernsey (/ˈgɜ:nzi/, /ˈɡɜrnzi/ GURN-zee), officially the Bailiwick of Guernsey (French: Bailliage de Guernesey, IPA: [bajaʒ də ɡɛʁnəzɛ]), is a possession of the Crown in right of Guernsey in the English Channel, off the coast of Normandy. As a bailiwick, Guernsey embraces not only all ten parishes on the Island of Guernsey, but also the islands of Alderney and Sark – each with its own parliament – and the smaller islands of Herm, Jethou and Lihou. Although its defence is the responsibility of the United Kingdom,[3] the Bailiwick is not part of the United Kingdom but rather a possession of the British Crown. It lies within the Common Travel Area of the British Isles and is not a member of the European Union,
but has a special relationship with it, being treated as part of the
European Community for the purposes of free trade in goods. Together,
the Bailiwick of Guernsey and Bailiwick of Jersey form the geographical grouping known as the Channel Islands."
We holidayed here Easter 2002. This tiny island is a mixture of French and English.
We caught a ferry to St Peter's Port, then hired a car to travel around.
It is very pretty, but a word of warning - it is not well signposted. Names of streets change as you travel along them, so it can be very confusing finding your way around. You start off in one road, then land up in another road with a different name, not sure when it changed and wondering if maybe you should have turned off much further back. The roads are narrow too, so it can be difficult turning around.
In those days there were no SatNavs so it might be easier now, but back then reading a map and trying to figure out where you were was a bit of a nightmare.
We found a great deal of hidden gems, including a tiny chapel made of shells, pieces of china and pebbles - click here to read about this labour of love. There is a lot of WWII history from the German occupation too. What amazed us the most was the vast difference between high and low tide. The harbour emptied completely at low tide.
It was here that we first introduced our children to eating crab. Ashlee took to it quickly - cracking open a massive crab, but Traevis was far less enthusiastic.
We holidayed here Easter 2002. This tiny island is a mixture of French and English.
We caught a ferry to St Peter's Port, then hired a car to travel around.
It is very pretty, but a word of warning - it is not well signposted. Names of streets change as you travel along them, so it can be very confusing finding your way around. You start off in one road, then land up in another road with a different name, not sure when it changed and wondering if maybe you should have turned off much further back. The roads are narrow too, so it can be difficult turning around.
In those days there were no SatNavs so it might be easier now, but back then reading a map and trying to figure out where you were was a bit of a nightmare.
We found a great deal of hidden gems, including a tiny chapel made of shells, pieces of china and pebbles - click here to read about this labour of love. There is a lot of WWII history from the German occupation too. What amazed us the most was the vast difference between high and low tide. The harbour emptied completely at low tide.
It was here that we first introduced our children to eating crab. Ashlee took to it quickly - cracking open a massive crab, but Traevis was far less enthusiastic.
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