Turns out not all the pirates are in Penzance, rather, they have a penchant for Brixham.
I’m in Penzance awaiting a ferry to the Isle of Scilly in the morning…some feelings of nervousness given it is one of the roughest sea crossings in U.K. waters, and affectionately known as ‘the stomach pump’ or ‘the Sickonian’ (Scillonian). Hmm perhaps a light breakfast for me then.
On the way here I stopped for a few nights with some friends and family in Stoke Gabriel and Brixham respectively. Amongst other things I demonstrated my tent, savoured some fish and chips, and tried to get over just how many pirates you can get in one small seaside town.
Hey ho…well it’s off to the Scillies I go – wish me luck! The adventure for real – sort of – begins…
Currently reading: The Life of a Scilly Sergeant by Colin Taylor.