LittleToe's Travels - Summer of 2005

by LittleToe 38 Replies latest jw friends

  • LittleToe
    LittleToe

    Well the next morning one or two folks looked a little worse for wear - LOL

    Simon, Ang and I went to visit Reboot and her b/f, who had been unable to make the BBQ. It's a lovely part of the country, and the weather was gorgeous.

    The next day I toured around Glastonbury, enjoying the Abbey and the Tor, before catching my plane again from Bristol to Edinburgh. I have to say that the whole area is worth visiting, though it's crowded with NewAge shops, being (as it is rumoured, hehe) the site of ancient Avalon I even managed to find some Tibetan incense for my TaiChi teacher.

    Well, back to my sister's, before picking up Joyzabel and HICFlyGirl, and heading into Glasgow for the ScotFest.

    After dropping our stuff at the Hotel and freshening up we headed to the restaurant on foot, to take in the ambient of the "City of Culture" (I had to get that in to wind up Scotsman ). I hadn't been before, but when I spied it I drew attention to its sign which was multicoloured. I made the comment that it was like rainbow coloured (albeit it wasn't actually the normal colours you'd expect in a rainbow), only to get a lesson in the rainbow colours of "gay-pride" from Joy. Call me naive and paint me purple, but I'm afraid I was ignorant of that one.

    It was a nice meal in convivial surroundings, attended by ITSupport, OscartheGrouch, FreedomFighter and Tijkmo. We rearranged the furniture for them, to the chagrin of some of the other customers, but did we care? Naww, stuff 'em. Then we dominated another corner, a little further away from the music, so we could actually hear ourselves talk without shouting. Again we rearranged the furniture, because you can never have enough sofas, right?

    A little later Gadget's brother turned up, as it turned out he was working in Glasgow for a couple of days. That was a pleasant surprise, as he stays in London. It reminded me of one of Gadget's opening jokes to ISP - " I used to share a bed with a gay man for twenty years" - I'll let y'all work it out LOL

    The next day we headed to Edinburgh via my sister's (I'd left something behind ~slaps forehead~), parked in a restricted zone, and tottered up the hill to the castle. The queues were huge and security was on high alert due to the recent London bombings. We then visited Stirling Castle, Urquhart Castle, on the banks of Loch Ness, and took an impromptude diversion on the outskirts of Inverness, when I took a wrong turning at a roundabout

    We finally ended up in the harbour town of Ullapool, where we would pick up the ferryboat the next day, having travelled a few hundred miles around narrow and winding Scottish roads at breakneck speed All I can say is that my foot must have been tired after all that partying!

    Well the girls wanted to have an early night, so I nipped next door to a Hotel that had a bar (unfortunately the one at which we stayed had just changed ownership, and the license hadn't yet been acquired). I had only been given a key for my room, however, so I put the outer door lock on "snick" and informed one of the residents (who was out walking her dog) to kindly leave it that way.

    Needless to say, when I rolled "home" that night, the door was locked... b*gger!!!

    So being the lithe fellow I am, I did the only thing you can do in such situations, and I broke in by climbing through my bedroom window. Hmmm, that was a great idea Sadly the opening was at the top of the window and measured about 9". I had to breath in and force myself through, nearly castrated myself on the window jamb, and still have a mark on my chest where I impaled myself on one of the hooks for the window stay At least I didn't rip down the curtains, or find myself in someone else's room

    Well, I recounted the tale to the girls, the next morning, who had to take a photo (dunno what happened to that one), after I'd tucked into my big-ass British breakfast!!! That being just before we caught the boat, of course - nothing like rolling around on the high seas after a full breakfast, to set up your day!

    ...to be continued...

  • MerryMagdalene
    MerryMagdalene

    Vicarious living at its best!!! I am enjoying this soooo much...thanks for sharing.

    ~Merry

  • luna2
    luna2

    Great stuff, LT!

  • LittleToe
    LittleToe

    After getting some groceries, and settling in, we got ready for the Van Morrison concert, that night. The first act was a group of Gaelic singers called Blas, who had great voices. This was then followed by Van [the man] Morrison, who was better than I expected, for all his idiosyncrasies. I phoned a few people just to make them a little jealous, some of whom haven't spoken to me since - LOL

    Unfortunately the final act was absolutely naff. We had to wait an hour, while they set up (in fact Joy couldn't be bothered waiting, as they took so long - I can't say I blame her - but at least she got to see someone escorted by police for indecent exposure, after crouching behind a bush to pee - the girl, not Joy, I hasten to add), before this really poor bagpipe, electronic organ mix thing got played. I honestly thought they were warming up... Halfway through the second piece I nodded to HICFlyGirl taht we should probably go, and so we did. It was terrible.

    Sadly I hadn't managed to get tickets for the following night, which was Runrig, as it was quickly sold out. Apparently they played out of their box, to wild applause.

    On the Friday we went for the cultural bit, visiting sites that are thousands of years old (predating the flood, if the archeologists dates are right, and the JWs are to be believed - LOL). We visited:

    • the stone circle at Callanish (which is second only to Stonehenge)
    • the nearby visitors centre (where we had a huge lunch)
    • the Carloway Broch (a neolithic stone fort)
    • the Garenin "Black House" village (complete with thatched rooves)
    • the Bragar Whalebone arch (erected jawbone of a blue whale)
    • and the Morven Gallery (art gallery)

    Finally we headed home, rested a little, then went out for some dinner in a local restaurant. The town was heaving, due to the annual Celtic Music Festival, so my first choice was snided out, but we found somewhere

    Saturday we forewent beaches (the girls live on a great beach, so I guess it was no loss to them) and went shopping. Little did I know that this would keep them happier than bunnies in a briar! We split up, and rejoined later. Being a little tired we decided to have a chill-out evening and watch a movie, and "Master and Commander" was chosen, if I recall correctly.

    The island is famous nationally for being the last place in the British Isles that they still keep a Sunday Sabbath, so there wasn't a lot doing, other than church, touring, or rest.

    Just before I came away from the islands I had received a call from the Minister of a small local rural church, who had been called away at short notice, to see if I would fill in for him and preach an English service for him in the morning. The Morning Gaelic, and evening English services were covered, but he'd come up short for the morning. Since I'm often called upon in that capacity, I was pleased to oblige.

    In this denomination the Minister (or stand-in lay-preacher) conducts then whole of the service, including prayers, readings and sermon. There's a "Precentor" to lead the Psalm singing, as no musical instruments are used. This is the traditional mode of worship in the islands, and doesn't lend itself much to euphoria - it's better suited for reverence and peace. I preached from Psalm 46, on the subject of "Be still, and know that I am God", with a heavy dose of experiential teaching involving a breakdown of the Lord's Prayer.

    We had a lazy afternoon, watched another movie, and then went to hear a service in the evening in the church I often attend which usually has attendances of around 500 -700 people. The preacher that evening was a boy who is studying to become a Minister, who had plenty of contemporary references to Bob Dillon, MIck Jagger and Crazy Frog

    We had an early night, as I had to get the girls down to the boat for about 7am, the next morning. Unbeknown to me they were watching "Tour de France" in the bedroom, cheering on Lance Armstrong - LOL

    I was sad to see them go, my first exJW visitors, and it had seemed all too short a trip. Parting is such sweet sorrow!

    ~to be continued~

  • ballistic
    ballistic
    The preacher that evening was a boy who is studying to become a Minister, who had plenty of contemporary references to Bob Dillon, MIck Jagger and Crazy Frog

    Crazy Frog? Good grief! Is nothing sacred anymore? LOL Thanks for sharing.

  • LittleToe
    LittleToe

    Ballistic: I know, I was appalled!!! LOL

    Alas, the next episode shall have to wait until tomorrow. I need my Zzzzeds. It's about the trip I had last weekend to St. Kilda...

  • tetrapod.sapien
    tetrapod.sapien

    any more interesting online trips to the servers of large american corporations? or are those days of travel over?

    enjoying the installments.

    TS

  • LittleToe
    LittleToe

    Tetra:Alas, those kind of trips were over several years ago

    ...and so onto last week...

    Saturday was to be an all day trip to St. Kilda.

    Living, as I do, on the veritable edge of civilisation, this was to be one step beyond (cue Madness music). Its a small island a further 40 or so miles offshore the island I live on. It bears the brunt of the Atlantic weather, and I don't even want to think of what it must have been like there, during the Hurricane we had earlier this year.

    The trip had been organised by a former colleague of mine, who was taking people from his new placew of work, and invited me along as there were spare places. I had to get my sorry ass down town for 6am to meet up with a mini-bus that he had organised. I don't particularly like mornings, though I can do them. It probably didn't help that I spent until 2am in a fruitless search for my wetsuit, so I only got about three hours sleep

    Ah well, I could catch up with a wee snooze on the bus, right? ... Wrong! It was jam-packed with people and luggage, and lurched around the tiny Hebridean roads, on the way to one of the Southern-most points of our section of the archipelago. The drive took about an hour and a half, whereupon we loaded up the speed-boat and settled in for the crossing.

    Ah well, I could catch up with a wee snooze on the boat, right? ... Wrong! It was jam-packed with people, and the seas (whilst light) were characterised by unsheltered ocean swell. On several occasions we were tossed up into the air form our seats, only to come crashing back down. Oh what fun - a 2.5 hour rollercoaster!

    We finally arrived, and the weather was glorious. It was singly the best day of the year, thusfar, and I later had sunburn to prove it! We were given a few pointers by one of the boys from Scottish Natural Heritage (they keep about a dozen people on the island, over the Summer, to renovate the village, to augment the Military compliment of about another 12 - 15 who maintain the radar base there), who informed us that no-one ever died of old age, on the island. As the landscape was later to show, this was ultimately to be of no surprise.

    This is an island on the edge of eternity - the rugged, primitive, battle with nature, whilst in the belly of the deep. The cliffs were steep, the gusts of wind and seas below, treacherous. Meanwhile people had to eak a living out of the ground, augmented by the birds and their eggs, fish from all encompassing seas, and the occasional whale. They even had their own breed of sheep

    My friend and I are keen walkers, so we headed off together, after lodging our plans with a few of the others. We headed through the old village, which is a single street of houses, popped into the museum, and chatted to a few resident archaeologists.

    Finally we set off for "Lover's Rock", where boys would have to balance on the edge of the cliff, to prove their worthiness to the fathers of their intended fiances. This practice was later abolished by a visiting Minister. On arrival my friend was, not to put too fine a point on it, shyte scared. I had been all for climbing onto it (fool that I am), as the wind had died away, but have you ever experienced the kind of fear that is infectious? This was further compounded by his refusal even to photograph me on it So we compromised, and he took a picture of me underneath it. It came out in a silhouette, which I'm really pleased with.

    We then struck out for a series of peaks, ending in the highest point, taking pictures all along the way. My own pictures were mainly over-exposed, but his came out beautifully! Unfortunately we were too busy running to take pictures of the dive-bombing Skuas, who we had disturbed while nesting. We laughed our socks off when we ran into a bog, due to keeping our eyes on the skies

    Finally we made our way down to the village again, where I met up with another of the walkers, who had returned, who was also a Christian (just the two of us in the party). Neither of us had been into the island church, by this point, so we pair went in together, as my friend had looked at it earlier, when I visited the restroom.

    If the island had had a tranquility about it, then the church moreso. We couldn't help ourselves, and so held an impromptude service, singing Psalm 13 to it's appropriate tune "St. Kilda" - it seemed fitting. I then read a passage of scripture from Psalms 121 and 122, which seemed appropriate. It couldn't have been moreso, as my companion had been converted under the preaching of that pasage of scripture, and commented on how it seemed to follow him around

    Finally we all regrouped, and went to the shop for postcards (yup, they even have a post-office, on this tiny island), before getting ready for the return trip. My friend kept the custom of being a volunteer of swimming around the boat, and then we headed out to Boreray and the Stacs, before returning home.

    We had managed about six hours on the island, and had barely stopped. There wasn't time to visit the remaining two peaks nor see any puffins but, arriving home a little before midnight, I have to say that it was a day that left some lasting impressions on me.

    The last true inhabitants evacuated in 1930, leaving behind a heritage that spanned four thousand years. It is a wild and inhospitable place, but has a charm all of it's own. I don't believe it was ever truly owned, and the elements made it a harsh mistress. Nonetheless, it captivates the heart. Truly a once in a lifetime trip...

  • Valis
    Valis

    At the end of the day all I want to know is did you dump Joy off in one of the lochs and if not please provide an explanation...

    Sincerely,

    District Overbeer

  • LittleToe
    LittleToe

    I've attached a couple of pics of St.Kilda.

    Valis:

    Sadly, the opportunity did not arise

    Besides, I was outnumbered, and the better part of valour, n all that...

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