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Back from honeymoon.
Mar. 28th, 2009 04:11 pmThe wedding went off with few actual problems. The 'do' at St Cat's made even more brilliant by my mother being told off by a porter for smoking in the quad....and then being told off again by the same porter when later caught smoking in the loos. Only my mother...
The honeymoon was on the Isle of Arran, given the nature of the world's economy, my lack of funds, and SWMBO's environmental concerns.
Arran was rather as we expected. It is an island of some 5,000 people in human population, which swells to 15,000 in the summer. The end of March is still off-season, so most of the tourist places are closed.
We stayed at the Hotel du Vin in Glasgow the first evening before taking the train to Ardrossan and the ferry across to Brodick. We had taken a cottage in Sliddery, and hired a car to get us there.
Interesting points about Arran.
If possible, drive anti-clockwise around the island. Winter has left the road rather weatherworn and broken-up. Driving clockwise you tend to be rather close to the cliff edges: the roads along them often have not even a grass verge between you and an untimely death many feet below. SWMBO (hereafter known as 'The Wife'), having climbed Mont Blanc and trekked in the Himalayas, found my aversion to heights amusing, if not actually pathetic I should add that as a young man I did my share of fell-walking and climbing (there exists somewhere in the ether photographic proof of me climbing in difficult terrain) but at heart I always knew I was a scaredy-cat.
Brodick to Lamlash to Whiting Bay to Sliddery became, in our private taxonomy, Balderick to Whiplash to Fighting Bay to Slippery: small horizons and smaller creativity, but it was all we had.
On one morning I was presented with the opportunity to exclaim: 'That sheep has just blown over', which was nice.
The falls at Fighting Bay were rather beautiful, and the walk back only left me with the feeling I'd been on the sort of white-knuckle ride that doctors class in the same category for danger of cardiac-arrest as amphetamine overdoses.
The North of the island is staggeringly pretty.
We bought some stuff, some of which awaits delivery. I read stuff that helped me with an idea for an old plot.
The flat is let: I have an income.
Life is good and The Wife is wonderful.
Go well and do good things.
The honeymoon was on the Isle of Arran, given the nature of the world's economy, my lack of funds, and SWMBO's environmental concerns.
Arran was rather as we expected. It is an island of some 5,000 people in human population, which swells to 15,000 in the summer. The end of March is still off-season, so most of the tourist places are closed.
We stayed at the Hotel du Vin in Glasgow the first evening before taking the train to Ardrossan and the ferry across to Brodick. We had taken a cottage in Sliddery, and hired a car to get us there.
Interesting points about Arran.
If possible, drive anti-clockwise around the island. Winter has left the road rather weatherworn and broken-up. Driving clockwise you tend to be rather close to the cliff edges: the roads along them often have not even a grass verge between you and an untimely death many feet below. SWMBO (hereafter known as 'The Wife'), having climbed Mont Blanc and trekked in the Himalayas, found my aversion to heights amusing, if not actually pathetic I should add that as a young man I did my share of fell-walking and climbing (there exists somewhere in the ether photographic proof of me climbing in difficult terrain) but at heart I always knew I was a scaredy-cat.
Brodick to Lamlash to Whiting Bay to Sliddery became, in our private taxonomy, Balderick to Whiplash to Fighting Bay to Slippery: small horizons and smaller creativity, but it was all we had.
On one morning I was presented with the opportunity to exclaim: 'That sheep has just blown over', which was nice.
The falls at Fighting Bay were rather beautiful, and the walk back only left me with the feeling I'd been on the sort of white-knuckle ride that doctors class in the same category for danger of cardiac-arrest as amphetamine overdoses.
The North of the island is staggeringly pretty.
We bought some stuff, some of which awaits delivery. I read stuff that helped me with an idea for an old plot.
The flat is let: I have an income.
Life is good and The Wife is wonderful.
Go well and do good things.
