Looking up in Sark, the world’s first dark sky island

I always wondered what it would be like to meet the President. I imagined bodyguards and flashing cameras, perhaps a brass band and some flag-wavers. But when the moment came I was standing at the far end of a cornfield, thrusting my palm into the thick darkness of the night in the hope it might shake somebody's hand.
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