We’ve just returned from a cracking weekend on the Isle of Wight.
My memories of visiting the island are mixed. A school friend soiled himself through shock at the Brading Waxwork Museum a few years back, but in more recent times I’ve enjoyed supping cider in the sun at the big music festival.
It was our first IoW getaway as a family and the feedback has been very positive. Similar to Cornwall, but without the five-hour drive – nice beaches, pleasant weather and friendly people.
Surprisingly there were lots of Welsh there. During one conversation about the Lions rugby, my daughter was quick to comment on the strange language they speak on the island.