Who needs Ibiza when we’ve got the Isle of Wight

My annual trip to Ibiza looks like being replaced by a jaunt to the Isle of Wight to avoid spending hours on an unhealthy plane, and then weeks in quarantine. But I’m not complaining. When I was little (pictured) I adored the windy beaches of Ventor and the dinosaur cliffs at alum Bay. I was thrilled to take the cable car, and I coveted the layers of coloured sand in tiny jars in the gift shop. Simple pleasures, compared to a week of late nights in Ibiza. But then, this pandemic has taught me to appreciate the small things in life.