lets get scilly.

we were away.

we flew in this 8 person plane to the isles of scilly, just off the coast of cornwall,

ella damaged my hand, not such a good flyer. this is on the quay
this is scilly a boat.
our beloved seahorse, what a boat what a boat. how i fell for the man that worked on that boat, id marry him and his curly sea faring locks in a second.
we went on the seahorse to st martins, one of the other islands

"im drying my eyes out!"
joker.
these losers were sailing and capsized, fools.
theres my parents and ella looking normal.
dinner lady
these crazy little birds eat outta your hand woah there.

the sea was a tad on the chilly side
haaa my mum is super fun
da views
some scilly cat

its a bugs life

haaaa

peace frog

i made a new friend, diago.

scilly ella
we made sand people:
sandy, sandra and monty.
this scilly castle
inside this scilly castle
puffins are the bees knees

an ancored cruise ship called marco polo, loads of old folks got off including a bride n groom.
ella fell in love
as did i, mocasans mmmm
these boots are made for walking.

"oh my god your face"

"with a gaar"

rebs, thats right, theres my smiling rents in the background.
we played cards on a cricket pitch, i was little overtired for split and grab
we went on the beach, it was dark
sunset magic


the journey home and the crippling of my hand, again.


what a whale of a time we had:

we almost got neumonia from swimming in the sea,

ella's voice almost changed forever,

we somehow avoided getting shat on my those scilly gulls,

we fell in love with a boat, the seahorse,

we only just cleared that hedge,

we finally saw that burial chamber.

we became locals.

scilly locals.