Tresco, Isles of ScillyWherever I am in the world, as grand or or intoxicating as that place may be, Tresco is never far from my thoughts. In an instant, a smell releases a memory that transports me to this magical isle. It is curious to miss a place and that on returning to its shores, a familiarity awakens that sets my senses to overload. I harbour a deep knowing, that in some part, my soul belongs here; drifting amidst tides of turquoise and dancing on a breeze laden with the heady scent of an exotic bloom. These photographs represent my love of this place, acting as a tonic to ease the pain when I leave and bridging the gap until I can return once more. I have further images of the exotic 'Tresco Flora' in a gallery of that name in the nature menu.
