The Channel Island of Herm

I don't know about you, but I often dream of just escaping.  Running away from all of the stress and responsibilities of life.  At times I simply desire to be dropped off on a deserted island.  But that's a bit extreme, isn't it?  Some might even accuse me of being dramatic.  (Ha! Me? Dramatic?)  But what if that island was only a little bit deserted?  And what if there was a pub? And puffins?