The Scilly Isles

....pronounced "Silly" Isles. We decided to take this once in a lifetime (for me) opportunity to visit the Scilly Isles, specifically Tescoe Isle. My first time ever in a helicopter, it seemed a fitting way to experience my last inter-continental flight before going home. We had a cup of tea at the waiting area and then were led out to the waiting, and very noisy, helicopter. I must admit, I was excited! I kept thinking of Robbie who used to go to work everyday like this when he was firefighting. The view from the helicopter was incredible as you fly much lower than in an airplane. The coastline was wild and rugged and so interesting to watch the waves crashing against the gnarly cliffs. It was a rough day, very windy, but a smooth ride nevertheless. The helipad on Trescoe was very simple and since the island is a no-car zone, we walked the short distance to our first stop, the sub tropical Trescoe Abby Gardens, host to thousands of exotic plants . Finding myself enraptured in this place of such profound beauty, engulfed in the trees, shrubs, flowers, birds and insects, I was thoroughly engaged for the next couple of hours. We walked the lush criss-cross grid of pathways amidst succulents, towering palm trees and lipstick red flame trees and hundreds of flowering plants and shrubs from all over the world.  Many of these plants would not stand a chance on the Cornish mainland less than 30 miles away but by building tall wind breaks Augustus Smith channelled the weather up and over the network of walled enclosures that he built around the priory ruins. This tropical garden is home to species from 80 countries and indeed a treasure to behold! Next a walk around the island to the castle ruins and the only pub "The New Inn" for lunch - a half pint of fresh prawns, salad and, of course, a beer. We got drowned in a torrential rain storm on the way back but I have learned to shake it off and enjoy myself despite the unpredictable English weather. The sun came out and we had a cup of tea in the garden where the birds were so tame they were actually sitting on Terry's knee! Delightful! We saw a golden pheasant, one of the most colourful birds I've ever been close to, and one I've never even heard of before. It was an amazing day, one I shall never forget. The next day we headed back to Liverpool, a long 8 hour drive and I sincerely hope to go back to Cornwall one day. In fact, if I could, I'd live there. Still need to find that farmer to marry though.....!