I returned with a sunburnt face from the genuinely wonderful Isles of Scilly today.  Ever been?  Of course you haven't, they're miles and miles and miles from anything, but more fool you. 

I spent most of the day on Tresco, looking at a fantastic wood, a huge freshwater pool that fills almost the whole width of the island, and so many rocky crags that you expect to come around a corner and find Enya humming tunefully.

That BBC series "An Island Parish" makes it look much bigger than it actually is (and didn't you want to slap that vicar?), but it's wonderful and pristine and quiet, you should go.  Or better yet, don't.