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La Seigneurie Gardens, Sark #travel

This is part two of my Sark posts. Here is part one.

La Seigneurie Gardens on Sark are in the grounds of the mansion of the same name. The oldest part of the house dates back to 1675. Over the years, additions have added to the building. According to the La Seigneurie website, the formal gardens were planted on land purchased in the 19th century. Each year there are new additions such as the maze hedge in 1991 and the vegetable garden is evolving since the produce is used in the tearooms/restaurant.

Sark_Horse Park

We navigated the horse and cart park and the tractors to get to the gardens.

Sark_Tractor Bus

Sark_Garden and Residence

View of the house from the gardens.

Sark_Shelley in Maze

Checking out the hedge maze.

Sark_Cornflowers

I love the vibrant blue of cornflowers. So pretty!

Sark_Pretty Flowers

This photo reminds me of a painting. I had a ball taking flower photos.

Sark_Local Characters

The local characters said hello.

Sark_Tea to warm up

After wandering around, we had a cup of tea to warm up in the garden tearooms before we headed to the meeting point to catch our ferry back to Guernsey.

Sark_Guernsey Port

The port of Guernsey.

If you ever get a chance to visit Sark, I say grab the opportunity. It’s a fun place to unwind and switch off from the daily rat race, and for the keen photographer, there is heaps of inspiration. Highly recommended.

Contest!

I love my husband. I love cycling. Logic would dictate that cycling with my husband would be lots of fun. In a word–no!

Something about the combination of husband and a bicycle brings out the competitive gene in him. He has to beat me to our destination. Of course, it probably doesn’t help that, at times, I have a competitive streak, too. Some days it doesn’t bother me if he cycles off into the distance, leaving me behind.

Today wasn’t that day. My beloved husband irritated me.

When he cycled off into the distance, I took a shortcut, then I waited for him. He took a long time because he’d gone back to see where I was. He worried that I’d fallen off, which made me feel bad for about…um…two seconds.

Do you have a competitive streak in you? Do you like to win?