Got in
about 2 AM this morning after 24 hours either on planes or in
airports and then the hour and a half ride to the house. If I ever
do anything like this again, I will definitely make better travel
arrangements. I think I was the last of 13 to get home.
When I
walked in the little dog went nuts trying to wrap herself around my
neck, sit on my head, hug me, lick me, chew on me all at the same
time and her tail could best be described as a blur.
It was a
most wonderful trip. I took hundreds of pictures and it will take me
some few days to sort through it all and reclaim the experience and
mull over how these 9 days with these 13 people will affect my life
and work.
But, for
starters...
I left
about 8:30 AM for the long drive to the airport and to catch my plane
to Newark at noon. From Newark to Edinburgh
the big
puddle jumper
and then
from Edinburgh to Wick
the little
puddle jumper
where I
was picked up and driven to Lybster
where North Lands is and dropped off at my lodging, The Rose Cottage.
where North Lands is and dropped off at my lodging, The Rose Cottage.
a small part of Moira's
garden
the back
of the cottage
After I
got settled into my room I walked over to the Center to see if anyone
was about but saw no one who I would be spending the next 9 days with
so I walked down to the harbor for a bowl of soup at the little
cafe/museum there where I did meet Jane Bruce and her assistant Lisa
Cerny and then headed back to my lodging for a nap.
We were
all to meet at the Bayview Hotel for dinner at 7 PM and Susan Cox and
I arrived at the same time, introduced ourselves and both agreed that
we had met before though neither of us could remember where or under
what circumstances as she lives in NY and I live/d in Houston. As
the others arrived we did the meet and greet and had a wonderful
buffet dinner together and then went off to our separate lodgings for
the night.
The next
day we would begin.
I'll just
say right now that Scotland is a beautiful unsullied place, at least
the part of Scotland where I was to stay for the next week+ and
instead of waxing poetic about it I hope the pictures I post will say
it for me.
On the
walk to the harbor...
footpath lined with cow parsley (yarrow oops, not the same thing) nearly as tall as I am and fragrant
white clover
the
river/stream, stained brown from running through the peat, drained
into the harbor
My advice after getting back from Cuba: Try to get it all down as soon as you can because it fades, even with the photos.
ReplyDeleteWhat different trips we took! And yet, the act of traveling was shared.
So glad to see you back. So glad to know you are safe and home again with your dog who so obviously missed you. I can't wait to see and hear about Scotland.
What a gorgeous area, I am impressed. It was lonely without you around, but i am sure you were having more fun.
ReplyDeleteI love your accommodations! The Rose Cottage and accompanying garden look fabulous. I'm glad to hear the trip went well and can't wait for more details You were a LONG way up there!
ReplyDeleteI think cow parsley is not quite the same as yarrow. But I could be wrong.
Looks like quite an adventure. It is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI know I'm going to enjoy reading about your trip. The map was enormously helpful, and the photographs! I've never been to Scotland (and here I am chockfull of Scottish lineage and married to a Scot), but that photo of the river is enough to put me on a plane tomorrow. Welcome back!
ReplyDeleteWelcome back. Your pictures are past words.
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like you had a wonderful adventure and I look forward to hearing more and seeing additional pictures.
ReplyDeleteWelcome home! I'm glad you're safe and sound. You clearly had a fine time, and I'm eager to hear all about it -- ad nauseum, if that would make you happy. There's no reluctance here to see lots and lots of photos!
ReplyDeleteEvery picture is so pretty and I especially like the place where you stayed.
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