Yes, it’s true. I’m back on Scilly for the 2016 season and I’m happier than a butcher’s dog with a big juicy bone.
I arrived with my minder, Sheila, on the Scillonian boat just last week and I am right back where I belong, loving my island walks, hanging out at the Isles of Scilly Country Guesthouse, and of course generally lazing around as only a good Old English sheepdog can do!
It’s my third season on Scilly with Sheila, who’s the head housekeeper at the guesthouse. Can you believe? Only, this year, I’ve been volunteered to do a bit of work too. Well, a dog does have to earn its dinners, after all! I shall be taking over the Guesthouse blog for the season. Over the next few months, I will have a few stories to tell – about Scilly, my island adventures and a bit about the guesthouse. So I hope you enjoy the read.
I spent the winter in Lancashire… a far cry from Falmouth which is my usual winter abode. There’s no denying that the countryside is lush up north, but nothing beats the sights and smells of island life. As soon as I disembarked off the ferry onto St. Mary’s Quay, I was “home”. It’s great to be allowed on most of the beaches for much of the year, and I wasted no time getting my nose to the sand and tail in the air as we trotted up to the guesthouse. It’s a fabulous coastal walk.
And in the last few days, I have been re-acquainting myself with my old walking haunts and doggy friends (and a few human ones) around Watermill Cove, Holy Vale, Trenoweth woods and Bant’s Carn. And of course the garden, here. It’s so beautifully sunny and sheltered. What more could a dog want? Pure heaven!