There is an odd assortment of housing on the island. Alongside some of the ugliest concrete holiday homes I've ever seen (couldn't even bear to take a photo of them) are quaint villages with picture-postcard thatched cottages.
And even a thatched church!
Another pleasant surprise (I really hadn't done any research before this trip) was how literary Freshwater Bay was. Places named after Tennyson should have given it away (or Virginia Woolf's play Freshwater!) but I didn't really put two and two together until I got there. More on that in the next post.