You’d think I’d get over this aversion to travel. You’d think I’d join the ranks of all those
who ooh and aah at the thought of some new country on their horizon, those who
love nothing more than to be tourists exploring other people’s back yards.
who ooh and aah at the thought of some new country on their horizon, those who
love nothing more than to be tourists exploring other people’s back yards.
But I’m still averse, even after two amazing weeks in Scotland.
I should start with the
positives, the pleasurable moments, the moments of bliss when we drove through
the single road from Glasgow up to Fort William through the mountainous peaks
of Glencoe in our upgraded hire car – upgraded to a brand new BMW, which was
comfortable, but anxiety producing in so far as we feared putting so much as a
scratch on its exterior – the insurance excess is phenomenal, even though we
paid for it.
positives, the pleasurable moments, the moments of bliss when we drove through
the single road from Glasgow up to Fort William through the mountainous peaks
of Glencoe in our upgraded hire car – upgraded to a brand new BMW, which was
comfortable, but anxiety producing in so far as we feared putting so much as a
scratch on its exterior – the insurance excess is phenomenal, even though we
paid for it.
See how easy it is to slip into the negatives.
We drove through magic territory, the stuff of movies, as in The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings, snow capped peaks that loomed down on us
through thick mists.
through thick mists.
Ever so romantic from the comfort of our car. Ever so inspiring, but not when you stepped into
it. Then it was cold beyond belief.
it. Then it was cold beyond belief.
And everywhere these huge expanses of water, the lochs of
Lomond and others, alongside the Trossachs National park. All the signs written in Gaelic to add to the
effect of being in a foreign place.
Lomond and others, alongside the Trossachs National park. All the signs written in Gaelic to add to the
effect of being in a foreign place.
Likewise in Edinburgh itself, this extraordinary crag,
Arthur’s Seat, which tourists climb from numerous angles. One cold afternoon I walked around the back
of the section they call the crags, alone except for the twenty or so tourists
I encountered, and found myself between two gorse covered peaks in a green
grassy valley.
Arthur’s Seat, which tourists climb from numerous angles. One cold afternoon I walked around the back
of the section they call the crags, alone except for the twenty or so tourists
I encountered, and found myself between two gorse covered peaks in a green
grassy valley.
I felt again the awe of the natural world, however much people
have spoiled it by their presence.
have spoiled it by their presence.
That said, I do not enjoy being a tourist, one of the many, who spend
their days window shopping on the world.
their days window shopping on the world.
Here you see I slip back into the negatives.
The positives of this trip include, first and foremost
spending time with our youngest daughter, which was in fact the reason for our
trip in the first place, the reason for our choice of destination, which had
been her choice of destination, hers to study in a foreign place on exchange
and ours to visit her halfway through her time away.
spending time with our youngest daughter, which was in fact the reason for our
trip in the first place, the reason for our choice of destination, which had
been her choice of destination, hers to study in a foreign place on exchange
and ours to visit her halfway through her time away.
She made the trip easier.
She knew the place well enough by then to be able to take us to good
restaurants and to help us to avoid the crappy ones.
She knew the place well enough by then to be able to take us to good
restaurants and to help us to avoid the crappy ones.
Even then when we moved around without her we still found
ourselves lunching in a place in Edinburgh called Biblos.
ourselves lunching in a place in Edinburgh called Biblos.
‘Didn’t you know that’s part of a
chain, one of those horrible tourist joints?’ our daughter said when I told
her about our lack-lustre lunch. ‘You
could have guessed.’ In hindsight, we could have guessed, but by then we were tired
and wanted to stop almost anywhere.
chain, one of those horrible tourist joints?’ our daughter said when I told
her about our lack-lustre lunch. ‘You
could have guessed.’ In hindsight, we could have guessed, but by then we were tired
and wanted to stop almost anywhere.
If I were in Melbourne, I’d know where to stop and what to
avoid, by and large, but that’s another of the hazards of travelling, the stuff
of not knowing where to stop for basics, like food and drink.
avoid, by and large, but that’s another of the hazards of travelling, the stuff
of not knowing where to stop for basics, like food and drink.
The same could be said of accommodation but by and large we
chose wisely, though our bed in Oban on the way to the Isle of Mull sloped into
the middle and I felt as though I was on the edge of a hill all night rolling
down from a high point. And the bed
itself was as hard as a board which made the roll downhill even more
unavoidable.
chose wisely, though our bed in Oban on the way to the Isle of Mull sloped into
the middle and I felt as though I was on the edge of a hill all night rolling
down from a high point. And the bed
itself was as hard as a board which made the roll downhill even more
unavoidable.
On the other hand, Strongarbh house, the place we stayed in
at the Isle of Mull in Tobermorey, was a place of fairy tales. The most magnificent house I’ve ever
occupied.
at the Isle of Mull in Tobermorey, was a place of fairy tales. The most magnificent house I’ve ever
occupied.
On Easter Sunday morning the condensation on the window was
so thick I could not see out to the sea below but over time given a hint of sunshine,
it cleared.
so thick I could not see out to the sea below but over time given a hint of sunshine,
it cleared.
Strange how much pleasure renders me speechless.
If I had things to complain about in
Tobermorey, I’d have had heaps to write about, but here it was all so
magnificent it’s hard to gripe.
Tobermorey, I’d have had heaps to write about, but here it was all so
magnificent it’s hard to gripe.
In the afternoon we visited the basement library at
Strongarbh house, which the owners made available to us as guests and we read
and rested, while in the morning we explored the small town, with its curve of
coloured shop fronts over the way from a protected bay and there we sensed
something of a Scottish way of life that beats all the postcards in existence.
Strongarbh house, which the owners made available to us as guests and we read
and rested, while in the morning we explored the small town, with its curve of
coloured shop fronts over the way from a protected bay and there we sensed
something of a Scottish way of life that beats all the postcards in existence.
In the heart of me, I enjoyed these experiences, but every
time we three knocked heads over some disagreement – which side of the road we
might walk on, or where we might head from one moment to the next – I longed
for home.
time we three knocked heads over some disagreement – which side of the road we
might walk on, or where we might head from one moment to the next – I longed
for home.
We seemed so different from one another in Scotland.
Between the three of us it could become a tussle of our
individual insecurities. Plus we tended to pair off, me and my husband, me and my daughter. And on occasion I was left alone.
individual insecurities. Plus we tended to pair off, me and my husband, me and my daughter. And on occasion I was left alone.
We fell naturally into these divisions, and there were times
when each of us wanted to be alone. The
greatest conflict erupted when all three of us were together. We are family after all. And I often wondered about the pressures on
family life in what must have been a very difficult environment, given the
remoteness of the terrain and the weather.
when each of us wanted to be alone. The
greatest conflict erupted when all three of us were together. We are family after all. And I often wondered about the pressures on
family life in what must have been a very difficult environment, given the
remoteness of the terrain and the weather.
One day, we visited Glencoe,
‘the glen of tears’ and scene of a major battle in earlier times. The
details evade me, but the sense of walking through that land, occupied by the
likes of Lorna Doone, stays with me. Orange covered gorse and dried out
ferns long killed by the snow, trees still bare of leaves, and a few leaf buds
visible everywhere.
‘the glen of tears’ and scene of a major battle in earlier times. The
details evade me, but the sense of walking through that land, occupied by the
likes of Lorna Doone, stays with me. Orange covered gorse and dried out
ferns long killed by the snow, trees still bare of leaves, and a few leaf buds
visible everywhere.
The daffodils sprouted in bunches all over the place in green
patches of grass, the grass more green than in Australia, the daffodils more
yellow, the yellow of Wordsworth’s day, and during our first few days there,
with only one exception, the skies were grey.
patches of grass, the grass more green than in Australia, the daffodils more
yellow, the yellow of Wordsworth’s day, and during our first few days there,
with only one exception, the skies were grey.
I’ve more to write about this trip to Scotland, including
meeting my blog friend, Jim Murdoch in Glasgow, but that’s for
another day, for now the jet lag renders me speechless.
meeting my blog friend, Jim Murdoch in Glasgow, but that’s for
another day, for now the jet lag renders me speechless.