Some places stay with you. The Isle of Wight is one of them.
The Isle of Wight has always drawn people in and kept them coming back. We know its homes intimately, the ones where the light falls just right, where there’s space enough to gather, and where leaving feels harder than it should. These are not homes you stumble across. They are homes worth seeking out.



Some places stay with you. The Isle of Wight is one of them.
“She thinks of nothing but the Isle of Wight, and she calls it the Island, as if there were no other island in the world.”
Jane Austen’s Mansfield Park


Back in the early 1980’s the doctor wrote me a prescription for Ventnor. Yes, you read that right. As a child growing up in the South London suburbs I’d had a triple whammy of childhood illnesses, one after the other; chicken pox, whooping cough and measles. The doctor very earnestly told my parents to take me to Ventnor for two weeks to recuperate.
I remember feeling very guilty as my older brother was revising for his o’levels at the time and of course, being in a lovely seaside resort, made revision almost impossible. We stayed at the Spy Glass Inn before it was a pub and the floor in the bedroom was so lopsided that I used to place a marble at one end of the room and watch with fascination as it it rolled, unaided, to the other side.