In my eyes, there can be no better holiday destination than
the Scilly Isles. To celebrate finishing the MA and the hand-in of the
dissertation, Roger and I travelled by taxi, train, ferry and then by smaller
boat to spend a few weeks on our favourite islands off the coast of Cornwall. A
weird coincidence with Roger is that when we first started going out, he once wistfully
described a book he used to read as a child that had a tiny little picture of
Tresco Island in it, and told me that he’d dreamed his whole life about going there
one day. This heart-rending tale set me off on an epic account of family
holidays and idyllic childhood memories, which made him rather jealous (most
things do), but it also drove my mum to the internet, where she immediately
sourced a free space on Bryher campsite for two weeks for me and Roger to live
out his dream. And so a summer holiday tradition was born.
