A Welcome To the Isle of St Mary

After a long passage we were weary. With the Wolf Rock astern the sleepy sun dipped behind the low Isle of St Mary. We eased into twilight with a beckon from the Peninnis light. Tom heard a splash, then phosphorescence ripped beneath the sea. Inverse aurora displayed with a flash, and a squeak from the deep, for us to see. Over the bow Phil reached and touched the fins of a leaping vibrant frame, with delight at our union with a pod of dolphins making us welcome at the fall of night. In the Isles of Scilly safely anchored, how privileged we'd been, how favoured.