how I fell for Lundy’s peculiar magic
The last time we came to Lundy was by ferry from Ilfracombe. The trip took two hours and once we rounded Hartland Point the Atlantic waves rolled in and about 50% of the passengers started vomiting.
This time the MS Oldenburg is due for annual maintenance, so a small helicopter takes me and a group of six friends to the island in seven minutes from the north-west tip of Devon. I don't miss the vomiting, but I regret not having the sense of temporary acclimation to what has been a slightly different world for much of history.
Lundy, three miles ...