Isobel Towse writes about what it was like to grow up on Sherkin Island.
Someone close to me once said that I had ‘learned to walk on uneven ground'. He was referencing not only my occasional limp, or my childhood spent hopping in and out of old boats and hammering bare feet down grassy, pot holed lanes, but also the slightly ungrounded home life I was perpetually trying to avoid, even before I was a school girl . . .