Tresco Journal

Local archaeologist Katharine Sawyer tells us about some unexpected gems to be found in Tresco Abbey Garden…

This year’s gig championships couldn’t have fallen on a better weekend weather-wise.

Tresco & Bryher Primary School children brightened up the island the other day when they toured Tresco selling cakes in order to raise funds for charity.

Who would have believed that this year I would be celebrating forty continuous years of visiting my favourite island in the world?

The new passenger terminal at Land’s End Airport opened its doors for the first time on Tuesday (9 April), following the completion of the £1 million project.

It is very early on a summer morning. My Drascombe longboat Lucille is on a mooring off New Grimsby. There is the sickle sweep of the bay, the granite quay, the smoke of a Rayburn drifting northeast on the breeze.

“What you see is what you get,” says Paul, as he casts his eye over a verdant stretch of pasture, freckled with sturdy, russet-coloured cattle.

If two words can sum up a chilled-out, Tresco holiday spirit, then “Gone Fishing” comes pretty close.

In terms of sporting triumph in 2012, for much of the year we were all at sea – it was only the Tresco & Bryher Rowing Club that could really claim to have had some success.

"It’s all about companionship really,” mused Dave Hamilton, Tresco’s kitchen gardener. Leaning on his fork, Dave was summing up his approach to growing fruit, vegetables and cut flowers.

Walking between Tresco and Bryher on a spring tide is one of the great island activities. However many times you do it, the quiet thrill of defying the natural order of things never really leaves you.

Maybe it’s the air – big lungfuls of salty maritime air bowling in across the Atlantic – but it’s healthier to be by the sea. They’ve done research and it’s a fact. All of which makes being on a small island rather good news.