On day 2 of our quick hop around the Isle of Wight, we woke up bright and early(ish) for breakfast at The Seaview Hotel before squeezing back in the car to explore a bit more. We spent the next few hours driving from little town to little town, stopping for snacks and photo opps as we saw fit.
Basically, the ideal vacation. But you’ve been warned: this is a pretty photo heavy post.
The weather was insanely gorgeous — crisp, cold, and with barely a cloud in the sky. Happy to be near the sea again, we wanted to take full advantage, so we popped down to the beach near the hotel for a quick hello before setting off.
Our coffee mission failed, so we window shopped a bit, enjoying the general adorableness of this very quaint and charming town.
Eventually, we made it to our lunch destination, The Garlic Farm. Founded 40 years ago, the farm is one of the first things I learned about the Isle of Wight. They had a stand at the Taste of London food fest in December, and it seems to be the pride of the island. As soon as we walked on-site, I could see why.
The family-run farm has been churning out garlic for decades, starting first as a small garden. Now, they operate an on-site restaurant, a cafe (the Allium), tasting events, tours, and a shop full of any and every garlic-related product you can imagine.
Though we opted for the laziest experience possible (sidling up with a garlic mezze platter in the cafe), the walks around the farmlands are highly recommended from… almost everyone. We semi-went on a search for the pigs, but muddy fields kept us from wanting to muck up our rental car too badly.
Really, it was a good thing we BOTH dove into this because otherwise, it would have been a difficult car ride for whoever wasn’t full of the stuff.
After a long and leisurely lunch, we hopped back in the car for another scenic stretch. This time, we were off to see the Needles. The drive there, like most of our day, proved to be just as stunning as the sight itself.
The rest of the night was spent at a local pub — the name of which is now escaping me, but it doesn’t really matter because it was the least exciting meal of the trip (though, to be fair, the other meals more than made up for it, so we weren’t too upset.)
The next morning, we awoke to another stunning day…
Naturally, as soon as we arrived, I chucked my camera in the trunk, tired of lugging it around. Bad blogger. Photos or not, it’s still very much worth visiting. Cowes has almost single-handedly earned the Isle of Wight its “Yachting Capital of the World” title (per whom, I am not sure) (just like I’m not sure if that was the right time to use “whom”), and, as such, it is preppy and perfect.
We shopped around a bit — new favorite store — before settling in for lunch at The Coast. We were seated up on the second floor in two cushy armchairs right next to a window, and it was seriously hard to leave.
But alas, our very first Twixtmas was coming to a close. The Wightlink back to Portsmouth was calling, as was our cozy New Year’s for three in London.