FIFTH WEEK: Yorkshire Dales, Glasgow, Edinburgh and on to Inverness

IT IS NICE TO SLOW DOWN A WEE BIT. Our last one-nighter (for a while) in the Dales wasYorkshire Dales Creek and Bridgelovely. We both slept quite well even though it took a bit to settle in (my ankle was being a bit of a nuisance). Our drive up to Glasgow took five hours, three of which were 20-40mph, windy roads through the Dales. Beautiful scenery, with changing flora and fauna—mostly sheep, with sheep and cows sharing the same fields. There were black and white ??? (with a solid black bit in their middle section), proper “chocolate-milk” cows (dark brown all over) and “normal” spotted black and white. Rock Walls AboundThere were parts of the countryside that had hidden treasures we couldn’t stop to photograph because there were no turnouts to stop in: drop-dead gorgeous churches, wall after stone wall fences and stone outbuildings that had me oohing and aaahing (Sandy, not so much), and the rich green colours of the fields mixed with wildflowers. It was quite calming for me, and gave me something to entertain my mind whilst driving. (click on photos to enlarge)

“We’re off the map now …” Sandy and I have made that our private joke. All of the Land Trust maps have N. Ireland, Wales and England on them—and even though Scotland is part of the UK, it is conspicuous by its absence on the maps. We thought that strange. Oh, well …

Scotland welcomed us with a right proper downpour whilst on the motorway—severe enough to drop speeds from 70mph to 30! And the temp dropped fro 25C to 14C before the deluge hit … then proceeded to go back up to 25C. I was glad when it was done! We’ve been rained on twice on Saturday whilst walking—thankfully the worst part was while we were in Sainsbury’s getting a few groceries.

Glasgow—I don’t understand the feelings some people have for this beautiful city. View from Glasgow Hostel“Nothing to see”, “industrial”, “boring” … I delight in the areas I am able to see on foot. A massive park just opposite the hostel, a botanical park about a mile away—and the hardscape of buildings Glasgow Museum/Architecture Fountain (with seagull) at Glasgow Park Nature's Showcase in Glasgowand Fountain at Glasgow Parktrees is beautiful. (panoramic shot—definitely click to see entire shot)

Our Glasgow hostel is lovely … perhaps an old hotel? But there are a zillion (well … approximately 54) steps to our room (on the third floor) and there’s one more flight of stairs after our landing. And there are more stairs to get down to the self-catering kitchen. My knee and ankle are not appreciating all the stairs. They will be happy to be in Edinburgh—elevators in the hostels (yay!!) This is not stopping me from walking about around town. For me, Sunday was spent making reservations for accommodations for the last half of our trip. Sandy went off on a day trip with a touring company, exploring castles etc.

Our roommates have been fantastic—this is what I love about Hostelling! One from Australia was fretting all day about her luggage (which had been lost due to a short layover in Abi-Dabi—misspelled, I’m sure—and had been mislaid at the first hotel she’d stayed at). She relaxed when it finally was found and retrieved—she left the next day. Another was a UK mother-daughter “team” walking from place to place, averaging 150 miles a day. Wow.

We’re just about finished up with Edinburgh … one more night with a new room (so we’ve been “kicked-out” (it’s Thursday) till the check-in at 3pm. We may have slowed down stay-wise, but we certainly haven’t slowed down walking-wise <insert grin … and an eye roll> since we’ve been averaging 4-6 miles the couple of days. Oh … my.

I do have photos to upload, but the connection at the Edinburgh hostel is marginal for that—I’ll see what I can do today …

Tomorrow is a travel day for us. Departing Edinburgh (my favourite city, hands down) and will get into Inverness at some point on Friday. I don’t think we can check in till 3pm—maybe our room will be ready (I’m hoping …), but I’ve found they are pretty rigid about check-in times over here. It’s only an overnight stay—we’ll need to be ready quite early to meet up with the Celtic Invasion Vacation group. I’m excited—I haven’t seen the “Regulars” in quite some time. And there will be new faces to get acquainted with. I can hardly wait … even if the weather may be the wettest I’ve encountered on the CIV tours. I’ve got my raincoat and Sandy has a rain poncho, so we’re good to go. It’s the wind I’m worried about. Lots and lots of wind here on the east coast of Scotland. The brunt of the storms apparently sweep through from the west coast—and that’s where we are headed. Oh, dear. <insert a winky smile—teehee>

Lately, I’ve been leaving you with rather verbose blog entries. My apologies, but it’s how my brain works. I’ll bid you farewell until next Friday—but leave you with a few last photos (and apologise if one is sideways—my attempts to right it has been unsuccessful … sniff).
Edinburgh: Top of Leith-Giraffe SculptureWaverley Tower and PiperHaggis, Neeps and Tatties at The Whisky ExperienceBeautiful Edinburgh Castle: Bits and Pieces

Edinburgh Castle Cannon—Waverley Tower In Its Site Next Friday, we will be on our last full day of our CIV tour—hmmm … I may need to hold off till Saturday to post, so please bear with me if you don’t see it on Friday. Have a blessed Friday, weekend and a delightful upcoming week—remember to keep an eye out for serendipitous blessings … cheers!

 

Good bye Edinburgh, Hello Glasgow & Stranraer: One nighters

18 April 11  Edinburgh
Oh, my!  Woke to a swollen, itchy eye this morning.  Took my antihistamine & if it doesn’t improve, once I’m in Glasgow, will probably take a Benadryl…

Other than that, it’s 8:30 and all I need to do is check emails, turn in my key and get a cab to take me up to the train.  I’ll check the times & which track then wait for the next train.

LOL…what I’d forgotten about these tickets, is that you can catch any train you like…the ticket is for the whole day.  So, I caught an earlier train (was supposed to catch one close to 11am…took the 9:26 instead.  As I walked to the platform, I remembered that I didn’t turn in my borrowed power adapter — it’s sitting on the little table in the room.  How irritating…I just lost ten pounds to that lapse in memory, and that puts me very tight on money till I can get to an exchange to change from euros to pounds…

Several people had told me that I must see Glasgow.  That it is beautiful, majestic, etc.  So, I am really looking forward to it!  On my way, now and the first stop is Haymarket, not more than five minutes out of Waverley Station.  There are some absolutely beautiful homes right up against the tracks.  Not the norm for the states.  The homes abutting on the tracks in the States would be so much less desirable, tenement living.  All the posh homes would be far from the noise of the tracks.  But these are beautiful, well cared for homes, with nice little yards and gardens.

Today is a wee bit cloudy — little sheets of puffballs with bits of blue sky sneaking through here and there.  It has been weather I could not have planned for better.  So little rain had dampened my path — I am delighted to say, but I really don’t care what weather comes…it is all good.

I’m already into farmland, not that far from Edinburgh, really.  Fallow fields and some with well established green.

I’ve tried to take shots from the train, but have failed miserably.  The seat available to me has my back to where we are going and at the first seat in the car, so I really can’t catch things in a timely manner.  So, I’ve decided to just do my ‘snapshots’, or glimpses, in words:

field upon field, partitioned by long winding stone walls

little puddle of a pond along side the tracks at the base of a sheer stone wall, mostly dead-looking branches hanging over, some tiny sprouts of green beginning to bud out on parts of one branch

the edge of a small town with house after house, almost identical is design, nestled up next to each side of a river, with a beautiful arching stone bridge reflecting beautifully in the water below; a field just beyond fully covered in green

new bits of green popping up on swales of rich brown tilled soil

red tiled, steeply roofed homes clustered together creating a tidy little neighborhood

much newer construction amidst not so old (1960’s?)

tunnels that put pressure on my poor allergy-prone ears, but popping out one with trees and shrubs above, rickety wood stair case running crookedly through brambles and trees to the tracks — for pedestrians, or railway workers?

We’re coming through Falkirk High now.  Oh, my — this is a large thriving town, with a mix of old and new, spires from very old churches rising above it all — except for one monster high rise, so out of place

more well kempt, long skinny lots  with homes, laundry out to dry

cows grazing and lazing; and scottish broom with their bright yellow blooms doting fields; a large pond with ducks

finally, horses!  I think of my friends, Marji & Nan and smile; corrals and stables–oh, what I would give to get out and get a good smell of that lovely aroma

abruptly, I see major construction on an interchange — gone as fast as it popped into view

beautiful, large, stately stables & home with horses everywhere

sheep dotting a green field, with remnants of stone outbuildings scattered here and there

Now entering Croy, and my weary eyes are tired, so for the last bit, I will save you from further descriptions. ^,^

Upon arriving at the Glasgow train station, around 10:45, and grabbing my taxi to the hostel, I saw so much new married to only a few older buildings that is was disheartening.  I was ready to turn around and get back on the train.   As I approached the hostel, my hopes were lifted at least slightly when I saw an increase of ‘ancient’ architecture.  But, the City Center (where the station is located) is really very much more modern than I am interested in.

About a half-hour walk from the train station — I am so glad I took the taxi!  And I keep forgetting that these old building don’t have elevators.  Stairs — lots of them — greeted me.  Stairs up to the front door, stairs up to the luggage room…I am glad my knee is not bothering me.  My hostel seems to be at the top of a knoll…so if I go out, there will be an uphill journey to get back.  And then, stairs up to my room…later.

With my luggage in the storage room (room won’t be ready till 2 pm), I wandered down (key word, that!) the street into a magnificent garden:  Kelvingrove Park, part of Park Circus — I’ll post several photos of the park and the map showing what is where — neat.  Beyond the park is the oldest university in Glasgow:  Glasgow University.

In the park, there are a multitude of lawns, trees, flower beds bursting with color, paths, a walking bridge over a river and a pond with ducks and other water fowl.  The park is built on a bank.  Remember I said the hostel was at the top, well, the park is on the hillside that takes you down to the City Center.  Long walk down, and hopefully a less steep way back up.

With the map given to me, I made my way through the park to the main streets, heading to the post office, where I could exchange my euros to pounds — and was glad to see it was at 0% commission — Edinburgh exchange I went to charged 6 pounds…ouch!

Money exchanged, I wandered further towards City Center, reluctantly.  I found a pub — O’Neil’s — for lunch.  Pretty Irish, yes?  LOL…preparation for my next two weeks ^,^  Chicken & Mushroom Crock Pot — sounded good to me & oooh, was it!  Chicken breast with mushroom & brandy sauce, served with colcannon (mashed potatoes, onions & cabbage mixed together), topped with Irish cheddar — all for three pounds, 49 p.  Oh, yes — and a half pint Smithwicks beer for a wee bit more.  Perfect.

Here’s a lesson:  my taxi fare was 6 pounds & the driver conveniently didn’t have change for a tenner >.<  I’d already handed him a one pound coin as tip when he handed me the change back with his “sorry, don’t have full change” — planning on keeping the amount he’s short.  So he ended up with a very flush tip.  Next time, I’ll use my change to make it exact.

The Irish ballad music is quite soothing…not too anxious to leave.  I think I may just wander back up (hoping to find a route not as steep as the one through the park) to the hostel.

Saw a photo of Albert Einstein and Sir somebody, noting that they were standing outside Einstein’s home on Park — that is somewhere near the hostel… ^,^  Always liked Einstein.

Back at the hostel, recouped my energy (somewhat) and have decided that I am not going back out.  Too tired.  Think the train ride, my walk around Glasgow, the bite on my eye and my antihistamine & decongestant are taking their toll on me.  Plus, the disappointment of the big city atmosphere and lack of old-world charm.  Not what I really wanted, so ready to move on.

7pm — just spent two hours on the internet, pretty much trying to figure out my itinerary.  Train website bumped me, so I’ll just do it in Belfast…train every two hours, so no big deal.  There’s no room in Galway, so I’ve decided to stay in Dublin, using it as base and do day trips out to all of the places I want to go to.  If I get tired, perhaps I’ll move on to Shannon sooner.  But, for now, Dublin for six days, then a train ride to Limerick, bus or taxi to Shannon & collapse for the night, repack, shower & be ready for my plane ride in the morning (I think it’s morning) — only five minutes by car to the airport ^,^

For now, I am going to retire to my room and get all comfy.  I’m tired.  Too much cerebral work today, on top of the walking I did.

19April
9:55am
Oooh — got too early of a start!  Had breakfast, packed up, checked for an email confirmation to correct my mistake (double reservations in Dublin), checked out, got a taxi and am now spinning my wheels at the Glasgow Central train station.  Having a lovely cup of green tea as I type…my train does not leave until 11:42, so I have a bit of time.  It’s not even on the overhead boards yet, so no clue as to which platform I should go to.  I’ll give myself till about 11 and go check the boards.

I did buy postage and mailed my first post card — LOL — trip is almost over, so it will be interesting to see who makes it first:  the card or me ^,^  It is airmail, so I would hope, the card!  I had to buy four stamps, so, three more lucky people will get postcards, I guess…I’m not one for sending postcards — as you can see, I like to write, so postcards are too limiting for me.  I could just send cards willy-nilly, saying dumb things like “wish you were here”, so people know I’m thinking of them, but really, I have thought of almost everyone at some point or another–something I see triggers the thought and I smile.  People around me must think I’m a bit bonkers…but I don’t care.

Ouch!  They just did a test for a fire alarm (nicer ringing–two-tone, though still loud–than the shrill siren in the states).  Then they did a “voice test” — lol…as if that was necessary.  Oh well.  Everyone in the cafe I’m in was laughing and mocking the “voice test”.  I think they even shut it off in the cafe, because it stopped so abruptly inside, but continued outside.

I keep being drawn to scarves.  A tenner will buy a beautiful scarf — that’s about 15.50 US.  Nice, but I’m acquiring too many, I think…and besides, they are either made in London or India.  I’m in Scotland.  I think I’ll wait till I’m in Ireland and see if I can get something local.

I’ve caught the news a couple of times since I landed in Scotland and the economy here seems to be doing as badly as in the US.  Their elections are coming up in May and there is a contest between politicians (as usual) to see how many votes they can draw.  At stake are many public service jobs (sound familiar??), which will effect some towns in Wales heavily — upward to 30% population is in the public service areas & they are spending less to prepare for possible job losses, which is hurting the economy badly.  Listening quietly to locals talk has been very informative.  I do not profess to be terribly “politically savvy” but everything I hear (little about the US, but I’m sure it’s nearly the same) points to a turn around not coming soon — seriously.

And that alarm keeps going off randomly (never finishing the announcement), so it is being ignored.  Wonder what would happen in the case of a real alarm…the boy crying wolf too many times makes people oblivious to a real problem, eh?  Ah — still part of the “testing” — they just announced the testing is over — LOL.

Just past 11am & my train is not posted on the overhead yet, but by the looks of it, within the next 15 minutes or so, should be up there.  I have a reserved seat for this journey, as do I on the ferry (cushy, if I do say so on the ferry ^,^ )  But I’ll have to dash to make the train to Dublin, I think, or wait for two hours.  The ferry area is nice, so it wouldn’t be too bad a wait.  Just two hours from Belfast to Dublin, then to the hostel…can’t remember the check in time, but shouldn’t be more than an hour (maybe my room will be ready early ^,^ )

But, I get ahead of myself.  First, Stranraer.  I can hardly wait — QUIET little town–such a lovely change of pace from all of this big city stuff.  Guess I really and truly am a country girl at heart! ^,^

11:20, well, posted as “on time”, but no platform # yet.  Probably another 10-15 minutes before I can board…

LOL…was actually late…”delayed” for about five minutes — probably got underway just before noon, which is fine, since I am NOT trying to make the StenaLines ferry connection today.  There are quite a few that were pacing & making phone calls to say the train was late and they may have to take a later ferry.  So glad I decided to wait so I would not be in the same position.

Now, this is truly beautiful country!  Beautiful, expansive and loads of sheep and cattle.  And you know it’s spring time by all of the lambs frolicking in the fields or hovering close to their mothers.  I am seeing so many sets of twins — more than I thought was normal, but who knows…one set waggin’ tails, butting at teats, looking for a taste of mother’s milk.

Don’t know how long I’d survive this far afield froma town, but I do love this part of Scotland.

Tomorrow.  StenaLines, then look for a connection down to Dublin (I believe they run every hour or two, so no big deal.

While waiting, I’ve run across a mom & her 18 month old boy (a cutie) that live in Skye, visiting grandparents one last time before they make the move to Minnesota (she is from Seattle, married to a Scot)…he is hoping they will be “home” before their son starts school…at least Minnesota has an excellent school system if they get “stuck” there. LOL… They are on the same train, but will be getting off earlier than I — I’ll be going to the end of line.

Arrived!  Stranraer train station is right next to the StenaLines.  And I saw exactly where I need to go tomorrow on my way into town to the Swan Inn…nearly at the other end of town!  LOL.  I will definitely be taking a taxi to the ferry in the morning.  The want passengers  to arrive one hour before departure, so I need to be there by 8:30am.  It’s less than 5 minutes away — by car…with luggage, it took me about 15-20 minutes, asking directions along the way.

My room’s not quite ready, so I’ve been roaming around the children’s park (very beautiful & well kept) and now just waiting a few extra minutes before going in.  The husband was mopping up the pub portion of the Inn — food & spirits downstairs, rooms to let upstairs.  Thankfully, he allowed me to drop my stuff & promised to take to my room for me — WONDERFUL!  No hauling up a flight of stairs (poor guy…my stuff is deceptively heavy — no one thinks an “old lady” would be hauling around so much weight!

My room is cozy, plenty of room, with a tv, refrigerator & food for my continental breakfast & tea (or coffee).  I am happy!  I took pictures.  At some point I will post these at Flickr.

8pm and completely settled in after a very nice shower.  TV going, to get caught up on news (though, not US news, by any means) and non-timed (yay) internet access.  Will be back to paying for my time tomorrow night…  So, if I get around to it, I will post pictures tonight.  That is, unless I get too tired.  I went to bed last night at 8:30 & was afraid I’d wake during the night…LOL…I slept till 5:30, rolled over and slept till just before 7am!  Worked out well.

So, I’ve bored you long enough & time to get on with choosing which pictures to post to my Flickr page (you can access from my photo page on creationsbydjamesonsmith.com — maybe even from the home page)

Cheers!