Anne becomes first member of royal family to visit Little Sark
On Little Sark, the princess met residents before travelling by horse and carriage to La Coupee, a narrow walkway connecting Big Sark and Little Sark.
Anne was told about the history of La Coupee and recent erosion and repair work while walking along the path.
The princess then visited la Societe Sercquaise (the Sark Society), an organisation founded in 1975 to study, preserve and enhance Sark's natural environment and cultural heritage, where she met volunteers and viewed archaeological artefacts.
Anne later attended the 80th anniversary of the liberation of Sark celebrations at the Avenue, where she met representatives from the liberated generation before being invited to say a few words.
After planting a silver birch tree to commemorate the 80th anniversary, the princess visited an exhibition on the Second World War at Old Island Hall.
The Second World War exhibition focuses on the island's experiences during the German occupation and life up to the present day. Each display covers a different aspect of the occupation years, including a section on 'The Deportees'; residents of Sark who were deported from Sark by the German occupying forces like Nellie Le Feuvre, who Anne met at the exhibition. Mrs Le Feuvre was deported to Biberach Camp in Germany.
Finally, the princess visited the Sark Observatory, where she met volunteers and viewed the sun through a solar telescope.
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