Turning of the tides

We timed it perfectly, by pure chance we arrived in time for the spring tide where it’s possible to walk from Bryher to Tresco, two of the islands in the archipelago of the Isles of Scilly.

It was a mass exodus of middle aged white people fleeing one island to another seeking asylum.

Wading ankle deep through crystal clear water in striped tee shirts, it was like the Israelites crossing the Red Sea.

One of the crowd

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Asylum seekers

The real bonus was that everyone had gone to Bryher for the day and Tresco was deserted.

Winning!

Broken

I am actually broken.

I have cleaned, painted, dusted, mopped, sanded, vacuumed, polished, raked, planted, assembled and scrubbed not in any particular order but a lot. This was my annual leave and was perhaps the least relaxing time I’ve ever had. Two weeks of hard graft and I’m ready for a break.

I’m looking forward to going back to work next week, I’m travelling to Brussels on Monday, back on Tuesday and meetings on Wednesday. I’m beyond delighted none of it will require cleaning!

It’s been an insanely stressful summer, from the sale and purchase which fell through to renovating a kitchen and a bathroom in France during the hottest summer in existence and during August when the entire country shuts down.

And yet somehow (with a few late evenings with a great deal of stress and sleepless nights) we have pulled off a finished bathroom and an almost finished but functional kitchen.

How? I’d say I have no idea but it comes down to extremely hard graft.

Our original kitchen with fruity tiles
Rustic cabinets and tiled worktop
New/original floor
Functioning
Just missing doors and drawers
New ceiling height

It may not look that different but it is… or at least we think it is!