All good things must come to an end, and so did our holiday. We paddled back from the island of St Agnes to Hugh Town on St Mary and trolleyed the kayaks onto the quay to await loading onto the Scillonian III. Due to mist and fog, no aircraft were leaving Scilly that day. This meant that everyone desperately wanted to get on the ferry, indeed you could have been forgiven for thinking that they were fighting for a space on one of Titanic’s lifeboats. With prebooked tickets, we smugly strolled past the mayhem, boarded and found seats (a feat in itself) for a journey which reminded us why the ferry is known as the Vomit Comet.
The Scilly chapters of the book are now written, and I have enough photographs to fill a shelf of books about Scilly. However, you know what? I might just find myself an excuse to go back there again, at some point in my summer holiday …
It appears you also have the ‘Scilly Bug’ will be there for a couple of weeks myself on our local club holiday at the end of July/beginning of August. If this coincides look us up we will be staying at the Pellistry site on the North East corner of St Mary’s
Mark, I know exactly what you mean! All sorts of unexplored new places call but I often find myself back on Gigha watching the sun go down behind the Paps of Jura!