Bryher Island

Bryher island is one of our all-time favourite places. So unspoiled, so relaxed, so pretty. Hence, our first foray ashore was there. We didn’t use the RIB as you have to leave the boat on the beach and the RIB is a little heavy to lug up above the high water mark. We don’t generally have Weetabix for breakfast. So, the “rubber flubber” was called into action and unceremoniously dumped up the beach:

The walk around Bryher gives some good views of the Nordhavn and Cromwell's Castle – we could check that the crew’s mooring handiwork was still in place:

It is hard to explain just how special the island is. Let’s try with a few views first, like Hell Bay (faces the Atlantic and must be just wild in a big storm):

And Shipman head:

They even use the rocks that have been smoothed by wave action most artistically:

 

A nice low maintenance dog.... Tractors are the main mode of transport and some seem oversized for the task in hand:

Lunch was enjoyed sitting outside the Hell Bay Hotel. A truly wonderful place (see weblink). If you ever fancy a few days away from it all, go and stay there. No ifs or buts, just go please. The place looks better without us in front of it of course:

The afternoon walk around the north of the island gave more great views of New Grimsby Sound – the committed Nordhavn enthusiast might spot us bobbing about down there:

A replica square rigger arrived and moored in Scandinavian style with the anchor out and lines to the shore. How they got them up the hill and then secured is a mystery. Have a look at La Grace weblink for more information on her:

Of course, amongst all the stunning views the captain was treated to, the ones of Julie and the crew were the best:

This is not typed under duress of course, just a little post production editing may have taken place. Returning to the beach, we also realised that our annual fuel filter change regime is simply overkill. Clearly the way to do it is to wait until the filter housing rusts through as a signal that a new one is required:

The islands are home to several “MOT failures” and we think that this is where old tractors and equipment come to die peacefully. Kind of a rest home for life expired kit. This one was still in regular use though. The only drawback in such an idyllic retirement spot for anything made of steel is the salt spray that does accelerate the decay process rather a lot. At least the tractor has a nice view whilst decomposing:

Back on board, we watched the Tresco ladies gig crew practising. Never upset one of them as they are seriously powerful ladies:

And then were treated to another perfect sunset to round off the perfect day. Bryher is so special.