Not so much worst, as complicated.
Late 1960s family holiday to Guernsey, day trip to Sark. On arriving at the harbour for the return journey, it was apparent that the sea state was a bit lively.
The ferry (Le Dame de Serk ?) went straight past the 'new' harbour (1866). Everybody duly trotted through the tunnels to the 'old' harbour (1588). The ferry continued past. After a while somebody appeared to say that we all needed to walk (1.5 miles) to other side of the island to the 'other' harbour, Havre Gosselin, which none of us visitors had heard of. More of a cove than a harbour. Suitably protected from the prevailing weather. The only access was down steep steps. No dock for the ferry. Hence, a shuttle service provided by a small motor boat. It was a good few feet up from tha boat to the ferry, no ladder. Rather, two of the ferry crew were standing either side of a suitable gap in the rail, each holding on with one arm, pulling the passengers up by the other. All very efficient, in its own way.
How aas the crossing back to Guernsey ? No memory. There again, I have never suffered from sea sickness.
The later return crossing was cancelled. A night on the church hall floor for some. No internet, just the local grapevine.
Late 1960s family holiday to Guernsey, day trip to Sark. On arriving at the harbour for the return journey, it was apparent that the sea state was a bit lively.
The ferry (Le Dame de Serk ?) went straight past the 'new' harbour (1866). Everybody duly trotted through the tunnels to the 'old' harbour (1588). The ferry continued past. After a while somebody appeared to say that we all needed to walk (1.5 miles) to other side of the island to the 'other' harbour, Havre Gosselin, which none of us visitors had heard of. More of a cove than a harbour. Suitably protected from the prevailing weather. The only access was down steep steps. No dock for the ferry. Hence, a shuttle service provided by a small motor boat. It was a good few feet up from tha boat to the ferry, no ladder. Rather, two of the ferry crew were standing either side of a suitable gap in the rail, each holding on with one arm, pulling the passengers up by the other. All very efficient, in its own way.
How aas the crossing back to Guernsey ? No memory. There again, I have never suffered from sea sickness.
The later return crossing was cancelled. A night on the church hall floor for some. No internet, just the local grapevine.