My Goodness, My Guernsey
The Independent
A pair of gliding kestrels hunt for rabbits in the windswept hills at Robert’s Cross on the minuscule island of Herm.
“Most people think this part of the island is named after some great, important family that once lived here,” says Gill Girard. “But it’s not. Robert was a horse, and he’s buried about here somewhere, near enough those rocks, I think. Anyway, let’s crack on or we’ll miss the ferry back.”
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