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MEET THE LOCALS

Please click on any of the names below to find out more about our Sark residents!

Jimmy Martin – country boy and carter
Caragh Couldridge – chocolate maker and nurse
Jeremy La Trobe Bateman – crane driver and magistrate
Alex Williams – local boy and Skipper for Sark Shipping Company
Susan Synnott – botanist and member of La Societe Sercquaise
Dave Scott – Farmer, Tree Surgeon & Rock Star
Gavin Nicolle – Farmer, fuel supplier & actor
Carl Hester, Sark’s Golden Boy
Going around with George
Jim Hodge – Harbour Master and wine maker extraordinaire
Peter Gabriel Byrne, harbour master and singer songwriter
David & Hilary Curtis
Martin Remphry
Lorraine Nicolle, potter and silversmith

Jimmy Martin – Country boy and Carter

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Jimmy at work meeting the Sark boat

Jimmy was wooed by Sark back in 2000, when he responded to an advert in his local job centre, advertising bar work at Stocks Hotel. With two suit cases, Jimmy left his Scottish town of Armadale, and set off for Sark. When he arrived, he felt immediately that Sark was a special place, and that he would like it here. He proceeded to walk up Harbour Hill and through the village with his bags (this was before he realised that a carter could take them for you…).

Jimmy had planned to work a season in Sark, but secured some extra maintenance work at the Hotel for the winter. This episode in his life ended up as a permanent stay on the Island. Jimmy worked in several places, and then in 2012 the idea came up from his good friend Nicola about acquiring an existing carting business. Jimmy’s Carting was presently born. Jimmy had great support from Nicola very sadly couldn’t remain on-board due to illness. Jimmy’s current team have helped him get to where he is now, and there is never a dull moment! One of Jimmy’s great joys is the contact with the local people. He enjoys a busy life on Sark, taking his dog Storm out shooting during the winter and doing a spot of fishing. He also volunteers in the Fire Service with training twice a month. In 2013, Jimmy modelled in the Emergency Services calendar produced by local photographers Sue Daly and Lydia Bourne, which raised £7000 for charities. Jimmy always turned up for photoshoots with a smile on his face, even if that was all he was wearing!

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Medics in the Mist, with Jimmy, left.

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Transporting a large load of visitors’ bags up Harbour Hill

What does Jimmy love about Sark? The people. They’re not just a bunch of friends, it’s the generosity of the islanders. When Jimmy had a triple heart bypass in 2014 he was overwhelmed by the cards and kind gestures from the local community. Sark is a place close to Jimmy’s heart, and he doesn’t plan to leave any time soon!

See Jimmy’s website for information on his local carting business http://www.jimmyscartingsark.com/

Photography Lydia Bourne

Caragh Couldridge – chocolate maker and nurse

The first taste of Sark cream inspired Caragh Couldridge to create an award-winning business and one of Sark’s most delicious exports but the road to chocolate success hasn’t been without its bumpy moments.

Caragh and Simon Couldridge moved to Sark in 1989, the same year the couple were married. Simon, by then working in property and business transfer, had spent several summer seasons working on Sark as a carriage driver and had fallen under the island’s spell. Caragh is from Mullingar, County Westmeath, in the heart of Ireland and trained as a nurse in Dublin. She moved to Bath to work in nursing and then to Bristol where she met Simon. The couple took a holiday on Sark and when they heard that a long lease was available on the Old Forge, the house right next to the Coupée, they decided to take the plunge and move here.

Caragh’s original plan was to work in nursing on Sark but her life took a different course after she encountered the rich, thick cream produced on the island, courtesy of the resident Guernsey dairy cattle. “I just couldn’t get over how wonderful it is,” she explains, “but I was also completely baffled by the fact that no-one was doing anything with this superb local product commercially. In Ireland really good ingredients like this are used as much as possible.”

Caragh considered making cheese or ice-cream but decided on chocolate. “Everyone loves chocolate, especially me!” She bought a couple of bars of Cadbury’s Dairy Milk from the Avenue stores, melted it and mixed it with a tub of Sark Cream. “All I made was a mess and I realised that I had a huge amount to learn.” These were the days before the Internet so researching the techniques of chocolate making and sourcing the raw ingredients and specialist equipment needed was incredibly difficult. Sark resident Roy Cook ran a publishing business at the time specialising in books for the catering trade and he recommended a book on the art of the chocolatier that Caragh describes as her bible.

Three years of trial and error followed, along with the first two of five children, as Caragh taught herself how to make chocolates. She discovered that Sark cream, as delicious as it is, is not easy to work with as the high fat content means it easily separates. By Easter 1993 she decided that it was time to test the market and put a dozen of her trademark gold boxes of chocolates in the Sark Glass shop in the Avenue, run then by Tim Casey. More outlets on Sark followed along with a very supportive buyer for Best Foods who distributed Caragh’s chocolates in Guernsey.

In 1995 Caragh entered and won the Good Housekeeping Business Woman of the Year Competition. By this time Caragh had four children and, as well as making chocolates, was running the island’s playschool and working as a support nurse for Sark’s doctor. The award was a tremendous boost to both the business and Caragh’s confidence and the five thousand pound prize money was invested in more moulds, a tempering machine and new equipment.

Over the next few years the business continued to expand with outlets in Jersey and at the airports of both main Channel Islands. In the late 1990s she began selling online. The Internet was still in its early days but it widened the market and allowed visitors to Sark to buy the chocolates from home as the product built up a steady following.

For some years now Caragh has been eager to change the packaging and move away from the simple gold boxes. In 2014 her youngest son James graduated from Harper Adams University with a degree in Food, Business and Marketing and decided to join his mother on her quest to find a new identity for Caragh Chocolates. They looked literally all over the world for the right packaging, including boxes that will fit through a letter box, and finally found a company in Holland who could produce what they were looking for. Originally James and Caragh thought of having a plain box with the logo and information printed on a cellophane wrapper but the printer they talked to about this pointed out that once the cellophane is removed the banding would be lost. He recommended talking to Neil Hedger of Distil Studio to help with re-working the whole image of Caragh Chocolates. Neil came to the island and immediately fell in love with both Sark and the chocolates and impressed Caragh with his enthusiasm for both. He was convinced that Sark itself was key to the new branding and set about a programme of beautiful design work and photography featuring local people and landscapes. Each was matched to a product so we see, among others, fisherman Dom enjoying a bar of sea salted caramel chocolate, dairy farmers Laura and Chris (with one of their Guernsey cows) with milk chocolate and lighthouse caretaker Trevor savouring the ‘Contraband’ liquor collection by the lighthouse. Each portrait is beautifully photographed and others include some of the island’s fire fighters, skipper Alex at the helm of the Sark Belle and Seigneur Christopher Beaumont.

The new branding, launched in November 2016 along with a re-worked website  (www.caraghchocolates.com), has brought about a total rethink of the whole chocolate range including separating the various lines into boxed collections such as truffles, liquors and roasted nut. To link in with Sark’s designation as the World’s First Dark Sky Island there is range called ‘Dark Skies’ featuring a box and three different filled bars of delicious dark chocolates. Bars are a strong part of the new range with eleven to choose from and special limited editions planned. Another takes the form of a chocolate postcard that can be sent through the mail – a wonderful idea that is bound to be a hit with visitors to the island. The new logos feature either a horse drawn carriage or the Bon Marin, one of the island’s ferries, which link in with the strapline, ‘By hand, by carriage, by boat.’ The packaging uses bold colours and stylish branding with Sark and its unique character at its very heart.

The re-branding has been a considerable investment and the costs involved in buying the best quality raw ingredients, shipping them to Sark and transforming them by hand into the finished products makes Caragh Chocolates a premium brand. As Caragh explains though, “Our aim is to share a taste of Sark and that’s worth every penny.” They make the perfect gift for anyone who loves Sark, whether delivered by hand or sent by post, and reveal an enormous pride and confidence in our quirky, unique and beautiful island.

How are Caragh Chocolates made?

Caragh uses only couverture chocolate made of Trinitaro beans from Africa. This very high quality chocolate contains no vegetable fat and a higher percentage of cocoa butter than cooking or ordinary eating chocolate – 60% in the dark chocolate and 35% in the milk chocolate. This additional cocoa butter, combined with proper tempering (melting and manipulating the temperature to crystallise the cocoa butter into chocolate) gives the chocolate more sheen, a firmer ‘snap’ when broken and a creamy, mellow flavour.

Caragh makes two traditional types of fine chocolates; moulded and enrobed. Moulded chocolates are made in polycarbonate moulds that give the finished product a perfect shape and finish. The tempered chocolate is poured into the moulds to line them and allowed to cool. The truffle filling (a blend of Sark cream, chocolate and a flavour such as vanilla, coffee or brandy) is piped in and allowed to settle before the moulds are sealed with more tempered chocolate. The moulds are refrigerated then ‘knocked out’ to release the chocolates.

The enrobed (or dressed) chocolates are made differently and give a much more handmade finish. A large bowl of a particular truffle or ganache is created, allowed to cool, then spooned out and rolled by hand. Each one is then dipped in tempered chocolate and decorated by sprinkling with vermicelli or by drizzling with a contrasting colour of chocolate.

 Thank you Sue Daly for the text

Jeremy La Trobe Bateman – a crane driver on Sark

Written by Jeremy.

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Kato comes ashore, with Jeremy in August 2009.

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A busy day at Maseline

How fortunate I am to have been brought up on Sark and to be able to live and work here. Some people might find a small island restricting, but to me it offers all I require.  Where else in the world could I be crane driver in the morning, magistrate in the afternoon and go out in my boat in the evening –  for a swim or, perhaps, some fishing?

I am astonished to realise that I have been crane driver for 32 years; and still enjoying the job. Although most of the work is routine unloading the cargo boat, it is hard to imagine a better place to have an ”office” – the cliffs on one side and the ever changing sea on the other, these last few years with dolphins spreading their joy around.

The Sark cranes are by far the largest vehicles on the Island, weighing in at 25 tons. By crane standards they are small, but within the scale of Sark they are huge, and this requires careful handling on the roads – trees, telephones wires, cyclists to be avoided at all costs! Over the years the Island cranes have proved to be very versatile over and above the routine unloading the cargo boat and launching boats. Here are some of the memorable jobs from years gone by:-

A new roof on the church tower.

Erecting the Sports Hall mainframe.

Assembling two green oak dwellings

Stocks Hotel scaffolding and sewage works.

Inserting generators into the Power Station through the roof.

Tree removal after the “Great Storm” of 1987

Repairs to Pilcher Monument after lightning strike

Although there are no statutory requirements here on Sark, we follow UK practice closely – I carry out the routine maintenance on the cranes, but they are professionally inspected every 6 months, for the last 15 years by Phil “Rocky” Rock, an old school engineer and crane enthusiast. Although sometimes less enthusiastic when emerging from under covered in hydraulic oil!

I am training younger drivers at the moment – possible retirement from the job looms, a day I am not looking forward to – but what fun it has been!

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Harbour repairs

Jan. 2017

Alex Williams – local boy and Skipper for Sark Shipping Company

Written by Alex.

The responsibility lies firmly on our shoulders! The GPS indicates 10.00am, we have the all clear from both office and port control. Crew, vessel and passengers pull away from the inter island quay in St. Peter Port Guernsey, a 45min crossing to the wonderful island I grew up on follows. As we pass through the pier heads heading east, hopes are high. The dolphins are around, somewhere?! Maybe we will only be lucky enough to see the nesting Puffins, marauding seals or even a solitary Sunfish?

I feel fortunate having been raised in Sark. Maybe a selective memory hinders recollection of dull, overcast or rainy days, a preference to recall summers lasting from April through September inclusive! My first summer experience of the island, as a new born, certainly gave the data banks a healthy start of the sunny bias!!

Any number of excursions to the diverse beaches, walking the dog or simply heading out on the bikes unaccompanied, all seemed possible without consultation of forecast. During these numerous activities my interest in the sea took hold. Building sand castles, exploring caves, shrimping, snorkelling and belly boarding soon played second fiddle against the desire to be afloat. What was it like to be on the plane, skimming around the rugged towering headlands into the next mesmerising bay? Being on a boat was the only way ahead!

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Alex Williams at the helm. Photo by Mike Feather

Yearning to leave the Creux harbour pier heads astern, landed me in trouble on more than one occasion, mother seeming to have a very restricted few she was prepared to let me out in a boat with! Experience and hindsight most certainly placed Mum’s hammer on the head of the nail, as now I scowl at youngsters doing all the moves we loved! I recall my imagination regarding the open sea being heavily fuelled by stories of North Atlantic convoys, swinging hammocks and action damage,(torpedo or mine) relayed engagingly by my Grandad who spent time in the senior service during WW2.

So much intrigue partly led to a career of my own in the Royal Navy, spending the best part of four and a half years as a marine engineer mechanic and ships diver, working and playing hard on Her Majesty’s grey funnel liners! Deployments took me far enough south to check out Grytviken whaling station in South Georgia, whilst also catching a few rays en-route alongside in Rio, the next young Ronaldinho running rings around us with ball on Copacabana beach!

My relatively short stint in the Navy was followed by another fascinating marine based occupation. The Offshore industry beckoned with an R.O.V. Pilot/technician term of employment. Contracts included spells in the North Sea and most interestingly, a six week period on a jack up rig of the west coast of Angola! The time above the wellhead felt endless, however I doubt I will ever forget as I watched, jaw a gape I am sure, as a Humpback supported her calf in a moment of rest right alongside the rig.

Whilst being fully occupied in the Offshore sector, a further marine based position became advertised in the Channel Islands. Becoming trained as an engineer and then skipper and commercial diver in local waters, including the adjacent French coast, was too much of a draw to refuse! Fortunately one of the two positions became mine and another steep learning curve was embarked upon.

In amongst all of these positions there was a fair amount of coming and going, to a variety of  global destinations. The most important thing I learnt during this period was an appreciation of the beauty the islands hold. Making a final approach into Guernsey airport with a flight path over the north end of Sark, passing over the Fourquais bouy on a spring low tide with shallow turquoise waters and golden sands beneath, will remain a tough act to follow wherever you may visit.

A number of  exams mainly focusing on local pilotage were undertaken. These enabled me to hold the current position I have as skipper at Isle Of Sark Shipping Company where I have been for the past Six years. Some occasionally ask if I miss Sark now that I live in Guernsey but I don’t see how I can, when I return home more than most!

As we cruise through Greve de La Ville bay and pass under Point Robert Lighthouse, Maseline jetty nears. The engine revs are reduced as we manoeuvre alongside the jetty. The mail, papers and passengers depart the vessel as a familiar banter with the usual suspects unfolds. Time is of the essence as we endeavour to maintain our schedule.

The saloon is clear, everyone seems happy and its almost eleven o’clock.

“Anyone for Guernsey?”

Susan Synnott – botanist and member of La Societe Sercquaise

Susan Synnott was born, educated and lived until her late twenties in Ireland, working for a few years in Paris, with Madrid and New York for several months in between, then moved to South Africa with her husband, David, for thirteen years before arriving in Sark in 2002. She first lived at the very south of the island in Little Sark where she became fascinated by the variety of wild flowers growing along the hedgerows as she cycled or walked around the island. She longed to learn the names as her knowledge of plants, garden or otherwise, was extremely limited.

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Susan Synnott outside La Societe Sercquaise and Visitor Centre

Fortunately in spring 2004 the first Wild Flower Fortnight took place, led by the late Penny Prevel with expert advice on the more difficult plants by Dr. Roger Veall who had been visiting with his wife Psyche for over twenty years, making records of what they had found. With expert mentoring by Roger on his annual visits and with regular strolls around the island searching for plants with Drs. Richard and Marie Axton, who were much more knowledgeable than Susan, she began to learn about what she was seeing around her. Taking photographs helped her in identification and she enjoyed cataloguing them all and adding to the collection by degrees. It was Caroline Langford at the Gallery Stores and Post Office who suggested to her that a book on the wild flowers might fill a gap, particularly one with plenty of photographs of the plants. That led to her book the Wild Flowers of Sark being published in 2011.

The wild flower walks in spring have become a yearly event, usually in late April. She and Shan Bache have been leading them in the last few years.

 

Dave Scott – Farmer, Tree Surgeon & Rock Star

There are a few people who have the good fortune of being totally content in the work they do and place they live, of leading a life that suits them down to the ground. Whenever Dave Scott rumbles by on his tractor with a few bales of hay and a couple of sheep dogs on board or I see him out on the clifftops herding his flock I’m struck by the feeling that he is one of those lucky people. He is perhaps best known as a sheep farmer but, like many people in Sark, he has many more strings to his bow.

Dave Scott and some of his flock

Dave moved to Sark from England at the age of four when his parents bought Petit Champ, the hotel they ran for twenty-four years. Farming was not in his blood but, growing up in Sark, it was soon obvious that Dave was destined for a life outdoors. As a young boy he used to help Ensor Baker on his farm on Saturdays and remembers learning to milk cows by hand. Soon school holidays were spent working for other farmers too like Frank Perchard and Charlie Perrée. Horses also featured in Dave’s childhood and have remained an important part of his life. At the age of seventeen it was decided that some formal training off island might be a good idea so Dave went to work for a beef and sheep farmer on Dartmoor, a period that was meant to be followed by a year at agricultural college. Dave, however, felt that he was learning so much on the job that he stayed on the farm, returning to Sark two years later with nine ewes and a ram, his first flock.

Now Dave has around a hundred ewes and six rams, the largest flock in the Channel Islands, and produces about a hundred and eighty lambs a year. He’s one of four sheep farmers in Sark along with Eugene Baker, Philip Perrée and Rossford de Carteret. Dave’s ewes are Lleyns, a Welsh breed known for their grazing versatility, gentle nature and good maternal instincts, and he crosses them with Suffolk rams. Sark is well suited to sheep and Dave believes that the salt spring from gales and the wild herbs in the pasture add a unique flavour to the lamb. Handled from birth by Dave, the animals are not stressed when the time comes to slaughter them, another factor which add to the flavour of the meat. Like many farmers, he’s also aware of how grazing animals can be used to the environment’s advantage. “When I need to feed hay to the sheep in Happy Valley I scatter it on the slopes so that when the sheep move around to eat it they also trample the young bracken as it grows. It helps to keep it down otherwise bracken can take over and smother the other plants. Sheep also nibble fresh gorse shoots which again helps keep it from taking over.” Dave harvests some bracken to mix in with hay for bedding, a Channel Island tradition now followed by very few farmers. In early spring he moves his flocks from the cliff tops to graze further away from the sea. The inland pastures are better for the lambs when they arrive but it also gives the wildflowers on the cliffs chance to bloom and set their seeds before the sheep return later in the summer.
Lambing begins around mid-February for Dave and during the busiest weeks he relies on other local shepherds for their help. “Eugene lends a hand when he’s finished his own lambing and Ross Henry is a great help. It gets quite sociable in the lambing shed. Some nights there are more people than sheep in there!” Most of Dave’s sheep give birth to twins and some have triplets.

They spend their first day or so penned up with just their mother to help the ewe bond with her lambs. After three or four more days indoors with others ewes and their offspring, the lambs are usually fit enough to go outdoors with their mothers, weather permitting. Some triplets need a boost with a little bottle-feeding but Dave prefers not to hand rear any lambs if he can help it. “The ewes do a much better job.”

Dave does his own butchering and slaughtering, a year round job when the lambs are between five and fourteen months old. Most of the meat is sold locally with the rest going to the farmers’ market in Guernsey. Although he doesn’t get attached to the lambs, Dave does admit to having one of two fairly elderly ewes that he’s rather fond of. In May and June Dave and Ross shear not only all of the sheep in Sark, but also those in Guernsey too.

Local spinners use a few fleeces but sadly there isn’t a commercial market for most of the wool.

The Big Sheep

Sheep take up much of Dave’s time, especially in spring and early summer, but he has plenty of other work to keep him busy year round. After the Great Storm of 1987 he was amazed how many damaged trees in Sark were cut down that could have been saved with some knowledge of tree surgery. Already interested in arboriculture since spending time planting trees with natural history expert Philip Guille, Dave decided to learn more. A friend in Guernsey taught him the basics of climbing and tree work and over the years he’s become a well-respected tree surgeon here in Sark. Trees led to bees when Dave was asked to work on a leylandii hedge near a row of beehives belonging to Commander Hudson at Ville Rousel. “No-one else would go near the hedge”,”he explains, “for fear of being stung.” Intrigued by the hives he set up a couple at home and was then asked by Commander Hudson to take care of his. Since then Dave has become Sark’s ‘Bee Man’ and still keeps a couple of hives himself for his own supply of honey.
With sheep, bees and trees it’s hard to imagine that Dave has time for anything else, but there’s more. ‘Big Sheep’ is a popular local band fronted by our very own shepherd singing and playing guitar, twelve-string, bass or the violin. Dave, who also writes music, is one of a few core members but the line-up numbers up to eight depending on which musical locals or seasonal workers are on the island. The band meets up once a week and performs in Sark and Guernsey.

On the few occasions when he’s not working, Dave and his wife enjoy getting out in their boat from where Dave does a little fishing and Estelle, a mermaid I’m sure, loves swimming. On the subject of his many talents, Dave is typically modest. “I can’t make enough money from just sheep farming or tree work but by doing a mixture I can make a living. I wouldn’t want to do the same thing everyday anyway. I’d get bored. I like the variety of the different work and the seasons and Sark is such a beautiful island that you need to be outside to make the most of it.” Whether he’s working with sheep, bees or trees it seems that Dave is certainly making the most of life in Sark.

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Gavin Nicolle – Farmer, fuel supplier & actor

The ability to wear more than one hat is an essential skill on a small island and one that farmer Gavin Nicolle has down to a fine art. In the latest of our meetings with island producers, we talked to Gavin about his life in Sark. Gavin’s father Stanley came from Guernsey to work for Dave Adams in 1958. As Gavin explains, “He came to help build the NatWest Bank and never left. He met local girl Anita and they married the next year.”

Gavin is the eldest of their three children followed by Lorraine and Vanessa. His grandparents ran the (old) Island Hall and as he grew up Gavin spent as much of his time there as he did at the Rendezvous, the family home on the Avenue. In the late 1960s his grandfather, John Hamon (known as Hero), signed a lease from the Dame of Sark on the Seigneurie Farm and Gavin joined him and Stanley there when he left school at fourteen. Gavin’s agricultural experience has included beef, sheep and rabbit farming but his early years were spent in the dairy business. “From the Seigneurie Farm we ran a dairy herd and a milking parlour. We bottled our milk and delivered it door to door. There were two of us doing milk rounds then.

Gavin and some of his pigs

Richard Dewe ran the other one.” The dairy business eventually gave way to beef farming and about the same time Gavin and Stanley took on another venture. “The power station was the only source of oil then in Sark and when the price went up again my Dad put his foot down. That’s how we started up the oil business, delivering for Total, now CI Fuels. That in turn led to work like boiler maintenance and servicing Agas.”

Meanwhile, there was still plenty to do on the farm but by 2006? working with the beef cattle was taking its strain on Stanley. “They’re big, strong animals. It’s a young man’s game really. The final straw came when we were moving them from one field to another and somehow my Dad got pushed over. I realised then that it was time to move on to something smaller.” Since then pigs have taken the place of cows and Gavin now has one boar and four sows that produce about fifty piglets a year. Once they are weaned at around ten to twelve weeks old the young pigs spend the rest of their lives outside.

Carl Hester – Sark’s Golden Boy

Within days of winning a gold medal at the London 2012 Olympics, dressage champion Carl Hester was in Sark. We met him and found out how the boy who went shopping in the Avenue on a donkey became an Olympic star.

Carl Hester was just three and half when he moved to Sark and it was here that he discovered his passion for horses. There were none in his family so whenever he wasn’t at school he spent all his time at Hannie Perrée’s farm. While he was too small to ride the carriage horses Hannie let him ride her donkey Jacko to the village to do her shopping. Carl remembers that while Jacko was always keen to go, knowing that there was every chance of a carrot in the village, the donkey often refused to leave for the journey back. Carl soon discovered that flapping the carrier bags would startle his stubborn stead into a gallop for home. For pocket money Carl helped Hannie’s daughter Michelle as she drove a carriage around the island for visitors.

As Carl grew Jacko was traded in for a series of ponies and horses and Carl drove a carriage himself when he was old enough. His fondest memories of Sark are of taking the horses swimming in the old harbour after work and galloping along the cliff tops bare back. “I used to have to forget that to one side was a 260 foot drop down to the sea. We used to gallop all over the place. It was great fun and as a rider it taught me balance”, Carl explains. It sounds like an idyllic childhood but for his Grandmother Pam there were worrying moments. “I remember him aged barely five on a cart horse that he could hardly straddle. There were no reins, there was no saddle and this blooming great horse took off and I’m thinking he’s gonna fall, he’s gonna die. And that child didn’t waver; he just went off at a gallop up the north end. He’s always, always from being very small just loved horses. He has always been able to talk to them, to calm them down.”
Carl left school, Elizabeth College in Guernsey, at 15 with a final report that said, “Carl goes along without a care in the world certain he will obtain a job as a stable lad.” He stayed in Sark for a few more years washing pots at Stocks Hotel and driving carriages but the winter he was 19, with no prospect of work in Sark, he applied for a stable job on the mainland. His first job was with the Fortune Centre in Hampshire that specialises in teaching adults with learning and physical disabilities to ride. This was followed by three and a half happy years at the stable of Jannie Taylor who specialised in schooling difficult horses. During these times Carl had his first taste of competition winning the title of Young Dressage Rider in 1985 and as well as taking part in eventing, a combination of dressage, cross-country and show jumping. Carl’s career really took off when he was asked to join Dr Bechtolsheimer’s yard. “I thought all my birthdays had come at once,” says Carl of the invitation to join one of the finest dressage outfits in the world but he was set on a steep learning curve. “I joined in the October and eight months later was riding in the World Championships.” This was followed by the European Championships in 1991 and the Barcelona Olympics in 1992 where Carl was the youngest rider ever to compete in an Olympic Games. When asked why he chose dressage over other equestrian disciplines Carl explains that to a certain extent the choice was made for him. “When I went to Dr B’s he felt that if he invested the time, training and money in me he wasn’t prepared for me to risk breaking a leg, or my arm or my neck being an event rider.”
Despite taking part in three Olympics and success in National, European and World equestrian competitions, an Olympic medal proved elusive until this year’s Games in London where Carl, Laura Bechtolsheimer and Charlotte Dujardin took the team gold. Charlotte, Carl’s protégée, also won the individual gold medal for freestyle dressage. These were the first Olympic medals ever for Team GB in dressage and Carl himself holds the record as the Channel Islander who has competed in the most Olympics. Only one other Islander has ever won a gold and that was almost a hundred years ago. Carl’s success is an example of how anyone with talent from an ordinary background can flourish in the world of equestrian sport despite its elitist image. “Charlotte and I both started off with two very normal horses that cost less than £5,000 each. We trained them ourselves, worked their way up, something that anyone with talent can do. I worked as a groom for £10 a week for six years when I first went to England and loved it. I lived in with a family who helped me enormously and this is what I’ve been able to do for Charlotte.”

Carl now runs his own yard in Gloucestershire that he designed himself where he breeds and trains horses and teaches dressage. Four months before the Olympics he promised fellow Team GB members and other friends a quiet break in Sark straight after the Games finished. “I wanted to do something special if things went well. This might be a celebration,” he told everyone, “or it might be a commiseration so get ready with your hankies and we’ll see how it all turns out.” And what a celebration it turned out to be. Carl, Laura, team mate Richard Davison and almost forty others who made up the party were greeted at Maseline Harbour by a giant gold medal complete with purple ribbon hanging above the tunnel entrance. At a Vin d’Honneur at the Island Hall they were congratulated by Seigneur Michael Beaumont and Carl was made an honorary life member of Sark Sports Club. The next day the trio opened the island’s Horse, Dog and Pet show before lunching at La Sablonnerie where former Bailiff Sir Geoffrey Rowland presented Carl with an Olympic Torch. (The torch was on loan from Dr Roger Allsopp, the oldest man to swim the English Channel, who carried the torch in the Guernsey leg of the relay.) Before they left Sark there was even time for a photo call with local school children by the island’s post box that has been painted gold in honour of Carl’s success. Wherever Carl went he was mobbed with fans but he and Charlotte were always happy to chat, hand around their medals and pose for photographs. So much for the quiet break where no one would recognise them! “We’ve had a great reception from the islanders,” enthused Carl and went on to explain how much the others had enjoyed what for most was their first visit to an island they’d heard so much about.

“They’re blown away. When you bring people who’ve never been before it reminds me what a great place it is.”

Our final question to Carl was how much of your success can you contribute to being brought up on Sark? The answer was an emphatic one hundred per cent. “Health and safety nowadays does ruin a lot of what I was able to do when I was young and that was being able to get on a horse with a head collar and rope and gallop along the cliffs bare back. I was lucky to be brought up in those times when you could do whatever you like.” He went on to say, “Being heavily involved in sports now I realise just how lucky you are growing up in an environment like this (Sark) where you have to be active. You have to bike, you have to walk everywhere, you have to go out whether it’s raining or not, you have to get the job done. You take those things for granted but I realise now that it’s part of how young people need to be today.” Wise words indeed from Sark’s golden boy.

Pictures – Carl on Jacko the donkey, Celebrating with his grandmother Pam Cocksedge, Presented with a specially commissioned Martin Remphry painting by Sandra, Chairman of Sark Tourism

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Going around with George

George Guille was born in 1937, the eldest of four brothers, Reg, Philip and Peter, with a younger sister, Elsie and an older sister Elizabeth. The family tree has been traced back to 1200 and includes the Elizabethan settlers to Sark in the time of Helier de Carteret, the island’s first Seigneur. George’s life began on Little Sark where his Grandfather, also called George, ran La Sablonnerie Farm but in 1942 the occupying German forces evicted the family and used their home as an ammunition store. The Guilles moved to the main island and George went to school at the Mermaid where the tearoom was used as a classroom for the younger children. The Occupation meant that much of Sark was out of bounds for the residents with access to landing places such as the island’s beaches fenced off and defended with mine fields. George can remember hearing the blast of the mine that killed four-year-old Nanette Hamon. “We used to pinch bullets and flares from the Germans that they left behind after firing practice then throw them in the fire. Plenty of them were still live. It’s a wonder any of us survived!” Just as dangerous was the time when George and one of his sisters stretched a wire across the lane and tipped a German officer off his bike. The officer drew his gun and chased the children but nothing came of the incident. “It was such a stupid thing to do but we were lucky,” explained George, “people were deported to Germany for less.”

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After the War the whole island became a playground for George and the other island children. “We were outside all the time. Even the winters were fun, hunting rabbits and woodcock.” It is the coast though that featured most in George’s later childhood and as he skilfully steers Non Pareil around the fretted cliffs of Sark he talks of expeditions with his father, also George, to collect sea gull eggs or debris from ship wrecks from even the sheerest cliff faces and gullies. He knows the coast like the back of his hand, including Sark’s many caves.
At the age of twenty-one George went to London where he had work in the pub. “If felt like another planet,” he remembers. Nine months later he was back in Sark. Over the next few years he worked in Guernsey and England painting and repairing glasshouses before returning to Sark in the 1960s where he met Sue. Originally from Wales, she was working at the Aval du Creux hotel and in 1975 the couple were married. Sue runs one of the best-known tea gardens in Sark (where the delicious chowder on the menu is made from local fish) and last year began offering bed and breakfast.

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On Christmas Eve 1981 George, Lawrence Roberts, Jeremy La Trobe-Bateman and Tom Long began work on Non Pareil. Designed specifically for Sark fishing and round the island trips, the oak and mahagony boat took shape through the winter. “We often worked late into the night but I seem to remember that a certain amount of sloe gin kept us going!” The boat was launched on the 12th of April 1982 and since then the little green boat has been has been as much a part of the coastline as the hundreds of rocks that guard it. “She’s been a lucky boat,” says George, “and rides the seas beautifully. No fumes come over the back and very few of my customers get sea sick.”
Navigating around Sark with its strong tidal streams and masses of reefs, islets and half submerged rocks is not for the feint hearted mariner but George, like the island’s other fisherman, makes it look effortless. He skims past rocks and when the swell allows takes the boat into caves. He points out shapes in the rocks; a cat here, a camel’s head there, a pair of hands held as in prayer and profiles of Queen Victoria or Victor Hugo. Wildlife is a passion for George and spare binoculars are left on board for visitors to admire Sark’s seabirds. Oystercatchers, gannets, shags, gulls and fulmars can be seen all year and in spring and early summer there are puffins, razorbills and guillemots. George’s gentle approach allows him to get quite close to the birds and his sharp eyes often pick out a peregrine falcon or two. Just as fascinating are George’s stories. Near Saignie Bay he tells of a horse that fell down the cliffs in the 1960s and had to be air lifted to safety by a pair of Wessex helicopters. Rounding the Bec and heading south he recalls finding a torpedo in the Boutique Caves with Jeremy and the two spending an hour or so hammering off small parts as mementos. A few weeks later navy divers checked out the torpedo, found it to be live and disposed of it with an almighty explosion. Another near miss!

George estimate that’s he and Non Parielhave been around the island together about twenty thousand times. When the weather allows he does two trips a day. Does he get bored? “No”, says George, “the sea and weather are different every time and it changes through the year. I think we have the most beautiful cliffs in the world and I enjoy meeting the people who come around with me.”
For regular visitors to Sark ‘going around with George’ is an intrinsic part of holidaying on the island, akin with cream teas and a walk to Venus Pool. For first time visitors, this charming and gentle voyage is essential. Not only can you spend the rest of your stay trying to rediscover the myriad secret swimming and bathing spots that George reveals but the circumnavigation offers an intriguing glimpse into the soul of the island itself. The salty cocktail of craggy cliffs and swirling blue-green sea accompanied by the piping call of oystercatchers and George’s tales of island life can only leave you wanting more.

Jim Hodge – Harbour Master and wine maker extraordinaire

Jim Hodge has travelled the world and tried his hand at all sorts of different careers but it was at home as a teenager that his sister Aileen sparked an interest that has now become a way of life.

Jim was born and brought up in Lanarkshire in the Scottish Central Lowlands on his family’s farm near the village of Libberton. After school he joined the army as a driver and, apart from one tour of Northern Ireland, was based in Germany. Itchy feet struck four years later when he left the army so Jim headed for Australia. During his two years down under work included fruit picking and more driving as well as the adventure of driving across the Nulabore Desert on a road trip from Perth to Melbourne.
By 1994 Jim was back in Scotland and ready for something different. At his local job centre an advert caught his eye for work that couldn’t be more different from his previous employment as a driver: a job in a casino. After two months of training Jim was a qualified croupier. He gained some experience in Glasgow then in 1996 his new career took him to sea as a croupier on board a cruise ship travelling between New York and Bermuda. Other cruises followed with routes through the Panama Canal, along the Pacific coast of Mexico and the United States as well as all around the Caribbean and Europe. It was an exciting time and as Jim’s work only related to the casino there was plenty of time off, as he explains. “International gambling laws mean that the casino had to close when we came within three miles of land so when we were in harbour I could go ashore and explore.”
After a couple of years at sea Jim was ready for a change and following some time back in Scotland he took up a job in Denmark at a school for troubled youngsters. “I did all sorts of things there,” he recalls, “driving the mini bus, helping out on school trips, assisting in the classrooms, working as a handy man, even a bit of cooking.” By 2003 though Jim was ready for another change of scene and back in the job centre in Glasgow applied for two jobs overseas; one was farming in Iceland, the other was driving a tractor on Sark. The people in Iceland didn’t answer so in June 2003 Jim began work on Sark and, with several others already here called Jim, was given the nick-name of ‘Tractor Jim’ that has stuck ever since.

Since his first season Jim’s work on Sark has included a winter ‘on the roads’ as well as driving and labouring for various employers. He is also very keen on darts and a key member of the local club that raises money for charity as the players enjoy their games. It was on Sark that Jim met Sam and they married in 2005. Two years later Jim started work as assistant harbour master and he became senior harbour master in 2011 when Mick Mann retired. It is work that Jim enjoys but it comes with its challenges. “Organising the logistics of unloading the cargo is the hardest part of the job, making sure the right trailers and people are in the right place as everything’s lifted and carried off. It’s tough work, especially on low water, but the harbour’s a cracking place to work. I like being outside and there’s always plenty to do, especially in the summer with all the ferries and private boats coming and going.”

The harbours are much quieter in winter and this gives Jim time to devote to his other work: making wine. It is a passion he caught from his older sister Aileen who used to make wine at home and test her inventions on Jim when he was a teenager. When he moved to Sark Jim began making his own wine and Aileen sent him a copy of her recipe book. His first creation was Earl Grey tea wine, a favourite of his sister and one that has become Jim’s most popular wine. Blackberry, pear, peach and carrot wines followed along with parsnip sherry but Jim’s wine-making would have continued to be a purely domestic affair but for a chance conversation with Alex and Helen Magell about five years ago. They were having supper with Jim and Sam and were impressed with the sparkling Earl Grey tea wine served as an aperitif. The Magell’s were about to begin the major renovation work on Stocks Hotel and were already looking for local producers to work with once the hotel re-opened. Jim was offered room for his wine making in one of the buildings around the courtyard and now creates a whole range of wines and liqueurs for the hotel. He still mostly works to traditional recipes along with a few inventions of his own and uses local ingredients in season whenever he can. To his list of tried and tested tipples he has added elderflower, rhubarb, banana, nettle, beetroot and gooseberry wines along with liqueurs such as lemoncello, marrow rum and strawberry ratafia. One of the best sellers is 44, a liqueur made of 44 coffee beans, vodka, sugar and an orange stabbed 44 times all left to mature for 44 days.

Keen to develop his skills further, Jim is also researching the art of brewing but is cautious about the less predictable nature of fermentation since a foray into ale-making a few years ago. “I made some apple ale,” he explains, “and took a bottle to the Island Hall to test on some mates. It was a lot gassier than I thought and when the cork was released it nearly took someone’s eye out. A couple of the guys ended up soaked and there was only a drop left in the bottle!” It’s back to the drawing board on that one but Jim’s less explosive drinks can be enjoyed by the glass in the bar at Stocks and whole bottles are for sale in the hotel’s shop. Cheers Jim!

Pictures – Jim at work, Jim’s wines for Sale at Stocks Hotel

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Peter Gabriel Byrne – harbour master and singer songwriter

Ten years at sea, gigs at Ronnie Soctt’s Jazz Club and a part in Star Wars; Sark-based singer songwriter Peter Gabriel Byrne describes his life before Sark, his music and why the island means so much to him.

Like numerous people on Sark Peter Gabriel Byrne is a man of many talents. The softly-spoken Irishman is a builder, sea man and one of the island’s harbour masters but most of all he is a musician. “There was always music at home. My parents were both singers but my sister and I were the first to learn an instrument. We both play the guitar.” Peter is the second youngest of six and was born in Old Trafford, Manchester, where his father worked as an engineering fitter in the shipyard. It was here that Peter gave his first performances. “The man in the local fish and chip shop used to sit me on the counter at and get me to sing Beetles songs for chips.”

When he was four years old the family moved back to the outskirts of Dublin, a rural area of farmland and orchards. “I had to walk two and a half miles across fields to get to school,” Peter remembers, “but I loved being in the countryside.” Peter left school at sixteen to join the merchant navy where his Uncle Jack and brother were working. He began his career at sea as a galley boy but didn’t like being down below in bad weather so as soon as he could he got a job as a deck boy. “I much preferred the work out on deck, were I learned to splice and rig bosun’s chairs and stages. Back then there was a real class structure aboard ship and you really had to work your way up.” This is exactly what Peter did qualifying after a couple of years as an able bodied seaman then as a bosun. “It wasn’t a bad life for a young lad,” he recalls. “You didn’t need to worry about accommodation or food. I had money in my pocket and that meant plenty of spending power when I came home on leave. We were peasants of the sea but kings of the shore!” Peter worked on cargo ships plying the waves around Britain and Europe. In the 1970s, when Guernsey’s tomato trade was thriving, his voyages sometimes brought him down to the Channel Islands and in 1977 he remembers sheltering from a storm in a bay off Sark. Little did the young man know what a significant part the island was to play in his later life. After ten years at sea with virtually no time for his music Peter decided it was time for a change. “I loved the sea, even in bad weather, but felt as if I’d become totally institutionalised and I needed to do something about all the music that was welling up inside me.” Back in Dublin he ran a café at a rehearsal studio, joined a couple of bands and recorded some of his own songs. In the late 1980’s he moved to London with friends and between jobs in demolition then construction he started to develop his acoustic guitar playing and song writing. The next few years brought gigs in various folks clubs including the Twelve Bar Club in Denmark Street and performances at Ronnie Scott’s Jazz Club in London and Birmingham. In 1999 one of Peter’s songs was chosen for an album called Playpen that showcased new acoustic musicians alongside established artists such as Eddi Reader from Fairground Attraction and Billy Bragg. In between gigs Peter worked as a film extra and appeared in Gladiator, Shakespeare in Love, Notting Hill, Star Wars Phantom Menace and Eyes Wide Shut, Stanley Kubrick’s last film. His music took him on tour around Italy and the British Isles and in 2000 he performed in Sark. The island made quite an impression on him but it was another four years until a gig in Guernsey gave Peter the chance to come back.

A BEGINNER’S GUIDE TO PETER GABRIEL BYRNE – by Mark Ellen

Mark Ellen is the author of the book ‘Rock stars stole my life’

Peter Gabriel Byrne is a hugely gifted Irish singer-­songwriter who
lives on the island of Sark. He built a house and studio there with his
own bare hands and makes music with a Celtic twist that captures
the magical spirit of the place. Fishing rods lean against his studio
wall. Chickens wander in and out. Now and again small children
stick their heads round the door and offer to join in.
Here’s a couple of things you need to know about him. One is he
used to sing in fish and chip shops when he was four (paid in chips,
nice work if you can get it). The other is that he was ‘press-­ganged’
by his father into joining the Merchant Navy at the age of 16 but
escaped ten years later to the Dublin folk circuit and then headed for
London, playing in clubs, releasing an album on his Rose Anam
label called ‘Perfect Moment’, co-­writing a song on a ‘Playpen’
compilation alongside Eddi Reader and Billy Bragg and setting out
on a European tour that took a swing around Sark.
Two more things. He’s played guitar with Martin Stephenson, sung BV’S on
Clyde Stubblefield’s album The Revenge Of The Funky Drummer and supported Roy Harper, Mike Heron, Robyn Hitchcock, Bert Jansch and Jackie Leven and other great artists….
Peter just gets better and better.
-­ MARK ELLEN, April 2015
Mark Ellen is the author of the book ‘Rock stars stole my life’

Peter also offers a music mixing service so if you’ve recorded your album and you would like Peter’s taste and mixing skills on it contact him on 07781446308 or email him at petergabrielbyrne@gmail.com. Peter offers to mix a one minute sample of your song so you can test him out and see if you like his taste!

Peter on the west coast of Sark

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David and Hilary Curtis

Here we meet David and Hilary Curtis whose Sark-raised beef and fresh, seasonal vegetables are among the many wonderful things about living in Sark.

David and Hilary Curtis are easy to spot around Sark as they deliver much of their produce by bicycle. With a sack of potatoes on the back, cauliflowers and leeks crammed into panniers on the side, a cheery smile beams out from behind a front basket piled high with cabbages as they whiz past. These are certainly not people who abuse their tractor licence!

David came to live in Sark when he was six. His family managed coalmines in the Midlands but in 1968 David’s father heard that Beauvoir, the guesthouse they stayed in on Sark, was up sale. He jumped at the chance of a complete change of career and a totally different lifestyle for his family. As a child David loved the great outdoors and spent as much time as he could at Richard Dewe’s dairy farm at La Moinerie. He boarded at Elizabeth College in Guernsey but lived for the holidays and getting back to Sark. A talented academic, if the school had had their way he would have studied maths at Cambridge but David had other ideas. He took a four-year course in farm management at Seale-Hayne Agricultural College in Devon and for his sandwich year worked on a dairy farm in Jersey that also produced potatoes, vegetables and flowers. In 1984 he returned to Sark to start farming.

Hilary grew up in East Anglia in a musical household. (Her father played the organ at Westminster Abbey for the Queen’s Coronation.) Living in the countryside, Hilary too loved being outdoors and spent much of her time on farms where she developed a love of horses. In the early 1980s she came to Sark as a carriage driver where she met David and in 1989 they were married.

Farming has always been a family affair for David and Hilary. From an early age their children, Charlie and Pippa, worked on the farm and now as grown-ups still lend a hand when it’s needed. Apart from that David and Hilary do all of the work themselves. They grow wheat for the hens at Molly Bull’s farm and rear their own beef cattle. Sark diary farmers, the Nightingales, breed the calves that have Guernsey mothers crossed with a Hereford beef strain. Six cows are reared a year and the beef is all sold locally. By far the majority of David and Hilary’s time though is taken up with their market gardening. Over the years they have developed an extensive list of over twenty seasonal crops that have proved popular with local buyers including leeks, onions, courgettes, pumpkins, carrots, herbs and several varieties of potatoes and brassicas. All are grown from seed and David is always eager to find the tastiest varieties as well as those that extend the season. In total they farm fifteen acres and rent additional land to graze the beef cattle. Although they don’t farm organically, they are keen that artificial inputs are kept to a minimum. “We know that the soil is our most valuable asset,” David explains, “so taking care of that is a priority. We rotate our crops, particularly the wheat which we use as a cleansing crop, and where we can we tractor hoe to control the weeds rather than using herbicides.” It is labour intensive work with long hours, particularly in the spring and summer at the height of the growing season. Hilary sows the seeds, by their hundred, which are grown in a poly tunnel before being planted out. “We’ve tried to find a machine to do it,” she says, “but there just isn’t anything suitable for our scale of growing.”

Like many people in Sark, Hilary also has several other jobs. She works for Sark Shipping in the office at Maseline Harbour as well as working part time at Petit Beauregard and taking care of Home Farm, a self-catering let. David and Hilary also run part of their own home, Clos de Menage, as a guesthouse and for self-catering groups. Off-season Hilary cooks for her guests and takes pride in serving meals made entirely from Sark-grown produce sometimes trading vegetables for local lamb or pork.

Despite the hard, physical work and long hours, David and Hilary enjoy their lifestyle tremendously and wouldn’t want to live anywhere else. “We don’t get the huge direct subsides that the farmers receive in Jersey and Guernsey but then again we don’t have reams of paperwork to do and lots of regulations. The scale of farming in Sark means that jobs that would take weeks or even months on a bigger farm take us days so there’s always a huge amount of variety in what we do. We also like the variety that the changing seasons bring, the looking forward to the next bit in the process even though we often don’t know what the next day holds. We are very lucky to be able to see the whole process right through to getting the feedback from our customers at the end. All very rewarding!”

Pictures – David and Hilary and some of their delicious Sark grown produce

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Martin Remphry – artist and lover of Sark

Martin Remphry’s colourful illustrations of Sark portray an island peopled by cheerful fishermen, mischievous witches and happy children but his own childhood here on Sark was at times far from idyllic. The Remphries came to Sark from Cornwall to work in the silver mines around 1840. When the mining company finally collapsed, one of the 3 brothers, Joseph Remphry, remained and married a local girl, Nancy Drillot. Martin is the only child of Josie Remphry and his young life was far from straightforward, as he explains. “My father, David Martin, came to find seasonal work on Sark in 1968, working for a while at the Aval du Creux Hotel. After a brief ‘romance’ with Josie a ‘shotgun’ marriage was arranged, but he got cold feet and fled back to Belfast. He eventually contacted me after Josie died and we now have a close relationship and my son Leon adores his ‘Irish Granddad. I grew up with mum and gran (Nora Remphry) in Sunny Side, a corrugated iron bungalow that stood on the present site of Le Petit Clos, Clos du Normand. No running water and an outside privy. I was often cared for by my great aunt Mabel Remphry who lived at Sun Bungalow which stood in the grounds of St. Magloire. An eccentric character, her home was a treasure trove of junk and bric-a-brac which provided much material for my fantasies and stories.”

Martin’s mother worked locally in the chemist shop belonging to Mr and Mrs Betty and the Gallery Stores. While Josie was at work Pat and Dorothy Taylor often took care of Martin at the Mermaid where he delighted to ride the big polisher while Pat cleaned the Tea Room floor. He grew up alongside Robert and Zoe Adams and their cousins Kevin and Simon, but always maintained the habits of an only child. Suzette Adams, whose son Robert was born three weeks after Martin, and who had been Josie’s best friend, recalls that Martin was always drawing, mainly dark spooky pictures. He was less boisterous than other children of his age, his home life being spent in the company of two elderly ladies, his grandmother Nora and great aunt Mabel. Later at school, a design for a poster included a cave with a coffin and skeletons chained to the wall! His mother Josie had loved to draw as a child too, but her preference was horses, much less dramatic!

Of his childhood Martin says, “It would be lovely to paint a romantic picture of me eagerly listening to Sark tales at my grandmother’s knee, but the truth is I grew up on a diet of Blue Peter and Scooby Doo like most of my contemporaries. As a child I loved the witches’ seats on Sark farmhouses, and drew many pictures of witches (bearing an odd likeness to auntie May) knitting Guernseys on the rooftops. My interest in Sark Folklore really began when I stumbled across an old book of Guernsey Folklore in Kensington Library in London. The book, c. 1900, contained many stories from Sark which I had never heard of. Inspired by this I published my own collection of Sark Folklore in 2003. I am fascinated by myths and legends and there are many Sark tales which deserved to have a wider audience.”

Martin recalls that he was a slow reader but eventually fell in love with books and quickly began to illustrate the stories I read. “Drawing was my particular skill, paint and colour appealed less. As an only child I had a vivid imagination and lived most of my childhood in my own fantasy world. Mum had a breakdown when I was 3 or 4, and was treated in Guernsey. I have vague memories (most of my memories are vague) of staying for a week or two with Dorothy Taylor in Weymouth while she recovered, enjoying Punch and Judy on the beach and Mr Whippy ice creams. Mum suffered from alcoholism for most of my childhood, eventually joining the AA with Martin Joyner around 1987. She remained sober until she died of cancer in 1992.”

“I have loved drawing for as long as I can remember and was said to have a particular talent from an early age. It was my love of art, and with great encouragement and support from Sark’s head teacher Helen Gibson, which won me a grant to attend Frensham Heights, a boarding school in Surrey with a good reputation for art. There are many people on Sark, who to this day I don’t know of, who contributed to funding my education, and to whom I am eternally grateful.” On leaving Frencham Heights Martin took a Foundation in Arts course at Kingston Polytechnic and in 1992 ganied a BA Hons in Illustration at Camberwell College since when he has earned his living as an illustrator for children’s books.”

“As a boy I loved building scarecrows and finally achieved one of my writing ambitions when I wrote and illustrated my own scarecrow story, The Scary Chef’s Scarecrow. One of its illustrations depicts Sarb, myself and Leon eating Leon’s favourite meal of pizza. I met my darling and beautiful Sarb in 2001 and 2 years later we were exchanging vows over a Gretna Green anvil. Our equally gorgeous son Leon was born in 2004 and our lives have been a whirlwind ever since. We often holidayed in Cornwall and in 2010 we escaped the London rat race for Falmouth.”

To date Martin has illustrated over 100 books and written two, The Dragon and the Pudding (based on a Sussex folktale) and Scary Chef’s Scarecrow, both published by Franklin Watts. He has many more stories and ideas, including one or two based on Sark, which he hopes will one day reach the bookshelves. Whenever he can Martin tries to slip in a reference to Sark into the books he illustrates. Over the years Martin has provided many of his inimitable designs for programmes and posters for the Sark Water Carnivals, Sheep Racing and Carnival events. He has been commissioned to execute cards and paintings for private clients and his cards, prints, and occasionally original watercolours are always on sale at Sark Glass Take Two in The Avenue.

“Growing up on Sark was idyllic in many ways, the cliffs, coves and beaches provided me with the most beautiful playgrounds I could have wished for. I am not sentimental about living on a tiny island which can be like a real life soap opera at times, but I have yet to find a community as close as Sark’s. There are many on the island who helped both myself and my mother during difficult times in ways which I could never repay.”

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Lorraine Nicolle – potter and silversmith

Very few of us end of up doing something for a living that began as a Saturday job but Sark-born potter Lorraine Nicolle has done exactly that. She was just eleven when she went to work for Michael and Sylvia Thorpe in their pottery at Clos de Vaul Creux. ‘It sounds like child labour but it wasn’t’, Lorraine explains, ‘because really I just played at the wheel for a couple of hours.’ It didn’t take long though for the ‘playing’ to develop into a real feel for the combination of strength and sensitivity that it takes to throw pots and at fourteen Lorraine left school and began working for the Thorpes full time.

Fifteen years later Lorraine had become so proficient at throwing that a considerable backlog of pots had built up. ‘Basically I potted myself out of a job,’ she says. It was time for a change and in 1994 she left the Thorpes and set up her own business in the workshop behind the Avenue where she is today. She is extremely modest about her skills and effortlessly throws an elegant vase then a jug while we chat. (Anyone who has ever tried their hand at the wheel will know that producing anything other than a mound of sludge is a real art!) Lorraine specialises in thrown pieces, mostly tableware, and works with stoneware clay and glazes. She also works to commission and makes the special plates that Sark Sports Club gives out every year as awards. Her favourite commission came from the island in 2001 when she was asked to make a mug for every school child with their name on it to commemorate the Queen’s visit to Sark.

In 2000 Lorraine extended her skills to include working with silver. She had done some basic silversmithing when she worked for the Thorpes and, just before they left the island, they gave her a quick lesson in silver soldering. Since then Lorraine has taught herself all she needs to know to produce a stylish range of cast and forged silver jewellery, spoons, candlesticks and other small pieces of tableware. She has her own unique maker’s mark in the shape of an outline of Sark combined with her initials. Recently she’s also added picture framing to her range of talents.

As well as selling her own work, Lorraine also teaches pottery. Adults can take evening classes in the winter and she runs a children’s class on Saturday mornings. In the summer visitors can try their hand at throwing. ‘I give them three balls of clay to throw then they choose their favourite from the results which I fire, glaze and then post home for them.’

Making a living out of any form of creative work is notoriously difficult and Lorraine admits her pottery and silver work is never going to make her rich. ‘I’m doing just what I want for a living though and don’t have to answer to anyone else. If the weather’s nice I can go out and enjoy it and work in the evening if I need to.’ That sounds like the perfect job description.
Lorraine’s work is available from her workshop and she also has pieces for sale at the Sark arts cooperative Coumme Nous, situated at the road end of the Island Hall.

Pictures – Lorraine at work in her studio, some of Lorraines ceramic and silver pieces

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