Oh, yes I did! I was just drifting through this old issue, reading articles (how can we call them articles? From the original Victoria, they were more like works of art!) that I'd read before and before ...
Where has this enchanted place been all my life? Waiting silently in the English Channel for me to find it? Perhaps it's just the writer's skill, but this tiny island sounds like Paradise, like Eden. I hope I'm not blaspheming when I say that. Okay, it sounds as close to a perfect existence as this feeble, fallen, female brain can manage to imagine. There.
read about it here. Three miles long. 80 miles from England; 20 miles from France. No automobiles! No paved roads. Ahhh -- doesn't that sound divine? (Oops, um, "lovely.")
There's a thin, terrifyingly beautiful road along a spine of rock, leading to the southern end of the island.
And to get to the island -- no planes, you know! -- there's this adorable little ferry.