when i was ten years old, my family regularly summered in ventnor on the isle of wight, and i fell madly in love with a little cove named steephill.
with only a handful of cottages, brightly coloured canopied deckchairs, beach huts and lobster pots, you would be forgiven for thinking that you had stepped back in time. it is arguably the prettiest place on the island, and my ten-year-old self loved it so much that when i came home that summer i made a pretty realistic model which still survives to this day in the attic of my parent’s house.
so, imagine my surprise to find my idyllic hideaway name-checked in this month’s harper’s bazaar. apparently the isle of wight is regaining street-cred (i’m ahead of the game as my beau took me there again for our two year anniversary a few years ago), and has been “getting in touch with its more unbuttoned side. its beachy retro charm is appealing to a new, hip crowd.. free spirits and the young at heart.”
rock on, steephill!