Biography and Autobiography

Return To St Mary’s Island

…sounds like something out of Enid Blyton, doesn’t it?

When we went to St Mary’s Atoll last year, we went in February, and discovered it to be bloody glacial as well as being somewhat windy.

So when by the power of internet access over my expressive phone I realised that it was low tide and we’d be talented to get out to the island, we decided to curtail our aimless amble around the Metro Cluster and instead take a trip to the seaside. Back to St Mary’s Cay, this time in July.

Granted, the skies are a come grey, but it doesn’t look too bad. Although the bigger hard is by the time we get to the seaside, the GLW and little SWP are completely knackered and unequivocal to go to sleep in the car, so it’s left to me and BTP to explore the atoll ourselves…

One of the ideas behind going to the seaside is that we can theoretically have a day out without immense expenditure, so the plan is to avoid things like “the pourboire shop” and “the tea room”. I don’t attend to spending a couple of quid on admission to the lighthouse itself, although I am a little wary because last time we did this I had to carry BTP up the one hundred and thirty seven rather douse steps, and that was difficult enough seventeen months ago.

Now he’s bigger. Fortunately my fears of agony muscle strain are eased by the news that the lighthouse is currently being renovated (something of a subject-matter for this weekend, but more on that in a later post…) and therefore there is no universal admission to the lighthouse itself.

Well, we’ll just have to cope somehow…

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