…(obviously not my island, but couldn’t resist the title).
Amazingly lucky with the weather throughout the trip. The gloriously clear blue skies gave stunning views and it was an odyssey of songs as we saw ‘the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea’, the ‘Mull of Kintyre’ and gazed ‘over the seas to Skye’.
Fascinating ‘doing’ Britain like a tourist and seeing it with fresh eyes. Brief high points were-
Guernsey in the sun, strolling around the castle in St Peter Port. Then in Cobh, very moving intimate Titanic museum where the last ever passengers embarked and we were given random individual tickets as if we were one of those passengers. At the end, we found out their stories and whether they survived or not. As a First Class woman I did, as a third class male, Dave didn’t.
Dublin bathed in hot sun, explored the city again.
Belfast, spent all morning in the amazing Titanic museum, so impressive and absorbing, with even a cable car ride down amongst the heat and din of the riveters as they welded the hull together. This was the highlight of the whole trip.
Sunny, busy Glasgow. Great atmosphere, been before, so just revisited places and ended up in Rennie Macintosh’s Willow Tea Rooms for a cuppa and cake.
Wonderful sail away down the Clyde and round the Mull of Kintyre in the beautiful apricot skies of a spectacular sunset.
Kirkwall sadly cancelled because of strong winds.
Edinburgh, great walking trip with a local guide around the castle and environs, then drive round the city and Arthur’s Seat.
And yet another silver sunset overlooking the Forth Bridge.
Finally Le Havre and a surprisingly impressive concrete cathedral.
As always on board ship, the people watching is fascinating. Brits in definite minority, lots of different nationalities. Great conversations both engaged in and overheard. You could write a book!
We’ve walked miles, in the vain hope the mileage will get rid of the foodage. Hmmmn.
Had previously read Bill Bryson’s two British books ‘Notes from a Small Island’ and ‘Road to Little Dribbling’ as precursors to the trip. Thought of him as we sailed passed the looming Cape Wrath and agree, it’s a great little island