First 2 weeks of August during my childhood, you would've found me on the Isle of Wight scrapping with my brother. Waking up at 4am to be the first people at the gate to jump on the early ferry, Even though my Dad booked an afternoon slot.
I ventured over with my family staying in Ventnor, the place was so quiet and really truly beautiful. The amount of thatched houses, red phone boxes and dramatic coastlines is just amazing. Lots of good memories brought back.
