An updated blog for July 2013
In 1969 I was in Cornwall on a camping trip. We reached Penzance and decided to take a day trip to the Isles of Scilly. I remember it was foggy but warm, I think it was August. We sailed on RMV Scillonian II and arrived around lunchtime. It was a quiet town (until we got there!) but we had lunch in the fog and could hardly see any scenery at all. There was something about the place that made me want to return, you couldn’t begin to explain it. I think it was the people, the atmosphere of island life and the delicious ice cream at the dairy. We only spent about four hours on the island and took a bus trip in the fog. It was great fun especially with the commentary and jokes about the Scilly Motorway and the wonderful scenery which couldn’t be seen.
A year later…
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