Pretty pinks and sweet narcissi at Scilly Flowers family flower farm on St Martin’s

Tucked into rucksack pockets, cradled on laps, dangled from fingers: travelling around the Isles of Scilly in the summertime, you will notice visitors carrying bunches of pretty scented pinks. These sweet posies come from one of the islands’ many honesty box shops: at Churchtown Farm on the island of St Martin’s, home to Scilly Flowers.

Scented flowers have been grown at Churchtown Farm for over a hundred years, originally the traditional Scillonian winter crop of narcissi, farmed on the islands since Victorian times. Nowadays, Scilly Flowers produce narcissi in the winter months, and pinks (named for their crimped petals) over the summer.

If you visit St Martin’s, do pop in to the farm. It’s the most lovely family-run business, so really nice to see it all in action and take away some blooms for yourself. They also do a great postal service, whereby posies can be ordered (at the farm or online) and sent gift boxed to friends and family back home.

After our visit, I walked along the lanes, posy in hand, popped in to the fabulous Island Bakery to pick up some treats for lunch, and then headed to one of the island’s many beautiful beaches (there are plenty to choose from!) before catching the afternoon boat.

To discover more about the Isles of Scilly, go to www.visitislesofscilly.com. There are Skybus flights to St. Mary’s all year round from Land’s End and Newquay Airports, and between March and October from Exeter Airport. From spring to late-autumn, the Scillonian lll passenger ship sails up to seven days a week between Penzance and St. Mary’s. For travel information, visit www.islesofscilly-travel.co.uk.

Laura’s trip to the Isles of Scilly was complimentary as part of a press trip kindly organised on our behalf. Thank you to Visit Isles of Scilly for arranging such a memorable trip.

Images by Laura Pashby

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This was kindly shared by Laura Pashby, a freelance writer, editor and photographer. Laura loves long golden evenings, hand-picked posies, and nice cups of tea. She lives in Gloucestershire, in a house full of boys, and blogs here, where she weaves together the words that make up her world and illustrates them with her photographs.