| Like a bag of coloured sweets in which
you'll always find a favourite, even though they all taste the same;
like a horse race where you can't help but pick out filly even though
you have no interest at all; or like an obscure foreign football
league where, for some inexplicable reason, you support a particular
team - the islands of the Scillonian archipelago can present the
regular visitor with a pleasantly taxing conundrum.
For some unfathomable reason, each and every one of the rocky outcrops
demands a ranking in a sort of inter-island popularity stakes.
Talk to anyone about the Scillies and the odds are that people
who have been there will immediately say: "Oh so-and-so is
our favourite," or "x is nice but y is the one we always
go back to."
Bryher takes a lot of beating. Even the island's soft and beautiful
name is enough to make you want to return as soon as possible.

Bryher. Neither the largest or the smallest, not the wildest or
the loneliest, not the rockiest or the greenest and by no means
the best well-equipped or the easiest to get to. But Bryher: arguably
most quintessential, most inviting and perhaps most axiomatic and
characteristic of all of the Isles of Scilly.
This walk simply follows the footpath which circumnavigates the
island. Just up the hill from the main landing quay you will see
All Saints Church, and there is a path which turns sharp left.
This quickly dips down into one of the most strange and beautiful
corners to be found anywhere in Scilly. As you pass Veronica Farm
and enter the area known as Southward, Bryher takes on an altogether
Caribbean air. At Green Bay, fat juicy succulent plants cover just
about everything, except for the men who come and go down narrow
paths leading from the shore to sheds where boats, particularly
catamarans, seem to be in the making.
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Note that all maps on this site are only
indicative. You should never set out without the correct OS map.
Walking: easy going, about five miles.
Camp-site on Bryher tel: 01720 422886
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| Then, suddenly, you're out of the St
Lucia look-a-like zone and onto The flanks of Samson Hill heading
for Works Point where you can see the remains of miniature fields
which have perhaps adorned these south-eastern slopes for a millennium
or more. Who built the banks and tended the crops I have no idea,
except for some romantic notion of hardy islanders toiling away
in a salty idyll of self-sufficiency.
Around the corner there is a beach and - horror-upon-horrors -
it's crowded! At least, in summer it is. Which is unusual in the
Scillies, but then the white sands of Rushy Bay are among the most
popular in the archipelago.
However, the hiker soon loses the whiff of suntan-lotion as he
or she Heads off in the direction of Droppy Nose Point. This section
of the path takes you around Bryher's south-west peninsula known
as Heathy Hill and from the top of the aptly named mound fabulous
views of the Norrard Rocks, mystical,uninhabited Samson and distant
Bishops Rock Lighthouse can be enjoyed.
Now the way heads north around a large bay called Great Porth,
past a Few houses and an art gallery. This is situated in a converted
pilot gig hut and it probably has the best views of any gallery
in the UK.
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| Still heading north, the hiker passes
the newly revamped and fabulous Hell Bay Hotel which is oddly named
as it is some distance from the inlet which gives it the name. But
then, you wouldn't expect this splendid hostelry to take its appellation
from nearby Stinking Porth.
Next come the reed-beds of the island's own lake, Great Pool, which
- in the right season - offers fruitful opportunities for birdwatchers.
Here you have a choice of proceeding onwards up the island or detouring
left around Gweal Hill.
Next comes Great Popplestones Bay and you're out on the high rocky
cliffs of the island's north-west corner. Up here a cooling breeze
always seems to be wafting off the sea and you can enjoy the wilder
side of Scilly.
Someone told me that the sea never rests in Hell Bay, and they
were right. Even on the hottest and calmest of summer days the ocean
stirred uneasily and made white water on the rocks under Badplace
Hill. These places were obviously named with gruesome accuracy.
I have been here in mid-winter and seen vast 40-foot waves crashing
upon the rocks.
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But the grim hill soon brings the walker a satisfying
reward as the Next stretch offers some of the most pleasant hiking
in Scilly. As you head back down south toward The Town (which, by-the-way,
is the most exaggerated place-name you’ll ever come across
as it boasts a mere half-a-dozen dwellings) the path runs high along
the side of the Tresco Channel which is the deep and awesome fjord
between the two islands.
Just a few hundred yards across this dramatic sound Cromwell's
Castle Sits solid and cylindrical on Tresco's rocky shore and you
get the feeling that this favoured anchorage was once a bad place
to be if you happened to be Dutch. They were the blighters with
whom the authorities wanted no truck back in 1651 when the castle
was built, though in today's somewhat happier times yachts from
The Lowlands and many other countries overnight peacefully under
the ramparts.
As you reach the southern edge of Shipmanhead Down, so the great
vista of the central Scillonian archipelago opens up before you
and this splendid apparition alone is enough to earn Bryher a bag
full of brownie points in the inter-island popularity game.
And wandering down through The Town back to Church Quay you can
mull Over which of the Fortunate Isles you prefer. |
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