Wednesday 13 July. A critical day in the quest to complete the Good Beer Guide.
Baa Baa Toure joined me for McDonalds finest breakfast (pancakes and sausage with hash brown and maple syrup), and wondered if he could dress like Paddington.
I’d decided to take the copter, after horror stories about the Penzance ferry, not least (as BRAPA discovered) the fact that it wasn’t actually possible to do Tresco as a day trip by ferrry.
I intend to pay Mrs RM back the money I borrowed to fund this trip from proceeds from private viewings of the completed GBG, which sounds more sensible than certain other financial plans being touted this week.
The super clean, super efficient Penzance Heliport deserves a short post of its own, as there was more blogworthy content than in the entirety of the Lincolnshire visits.
Every car in the car park cost more than our house, the first advert you see is for yoga (YOGA !),
and the luxurious looking Tresco Times starts with an ad for Patek Philippe watches (you can’t afford one) and then tells us, without irony, that my target pub now has “calming Farrow & Ball lichen walls”;
while offering your chance to buy a week’s holiday on the island for the next 30 years for an upfront payment of a mere £153,465. That’s less than £5,200 a year.
My fellow passengers on the 16 seat include an upper-class sunhat family, whose son George (probably minor royalty) took longer to select chocolate from the posh vending machine than I did to walk Tresco.
On the copter, George’s sister, who I’ll call Beatrice, gave me a look like this as Baa Baa protruded nervously out of my pocket;
Mum sought to assure Beatrice I wasn’t an axe murderer, but I wasn’t so sure. That would depend on whether the New Inn was open or not.
Here’s your highlights from the fifteen (15) minute flight;
and here’s some of the Scillies many islands, uninhabited apart from micropubs.
Next stop, Tresco.
retiredmartin 
I expect they’ll find space for your historic guide in the St Albans Chained Library once you’ve milked it for all it’s worth on your sell-out ‘An Evening With Baa-Baa’ UK tour.
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Yes, it’s definitely a “sell-out”.
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Sorry, ‘Baa-Baa and Friends’ tour.
Incidentally, when Si finishes will his guide be known as the Brapa Mundi?
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(slow golf clap)
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It’s already Brapa’s mandi, we’re just passengers along for the ride. Or it might all be a cunning plot, and it’s actually Baa Baa’s mandi.
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Mandi ? Is he the one who turned mushy peas into guacamole ?
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Went there at the beginning of April and the pub was closed for refurbishment. Went back a few days later (we were staying in Hugh Town) and it was reopening day. Lots of young nervous staff unsure of their duties.
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You were young and nervous once, John !
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Now I’m old and tired.
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My father would have made us row out there. Those kids don’t know how good they have it.
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BRAPA will walk there, across the water.
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Will he turn the water into Doom Bar first?
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“Which sounds more sensible than certain other financial plans being touted this week.” I can’t think who you might be referring to, Martin, but the Southworth’s will certainly be quids in, on their next visit to these islands. Or should that be, “dollars in?”
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Amazing difference in travel costs. May convert some…
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If the pound keeps falling the Southworths will be able to get their pints of Doom Bar for a dollar (or $12 for murk).
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