The Isles of Scilly is the most beautiful place I have ever been. It’s also one of England’s best kept secrets. Whilst the archipelago off the coast of Cornwall thrives off tourism, I’m always surprised when I meet someone who, when they ask me where I’m from, doesn’t respond: ‘is that in Italy?’, or something of the kind.
I moved here when I was four years old, so I consider myself to be from Scilly, as the majority of my memories of growing up were made here. The only problem with growing up in such a beautiful place is that you become used to your surroundings and often forget how incredible they are.
There was a time when I didn’t want to come back. After moving to college in Devon at 16 and having the most amazing time, I didn’t want to come back for more than a few days. However, after finding my experience in Spain quite difficult, I couldn’t wait to return.
Now I’m living and working here for the summer season, I am truly able to appreciate the paradise I live in. From my bedroom window I can see the beach and smell the sea and hear the seagulls early in the morning. Most people hate that noise but it reminds me of home so when I wake up to that sound I feel content. On my way to work I walk past two beautiful beaches and on my days off I can take a boat over to another island and soak up the sun (when it’s not raining). The views are breathtaking and I feel so lucky to get to see them everyday.