slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Category: Scottish Highlands
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In the morning, I went down to have breakfast and say goodbye to the members of our tour group. The news was on TV there and I was once again swept away with grief about what was happening to my friends in the path of Helene. One person who lingered at the table beside me…
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The night before, Sandy told me that his throat was very sore, so I dosed him with hot tea and lemon and honey. There were three people on our tour who had terrible coughs and said that they had been sick the week before. Sandy was not feeling up to getting out on this first…
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This was probably our rainiest day. For the most part, the weather was quite good, with highs in the high 50s. In the meantime, my sister was in Cornwall and they had terrible weather. We were lucky. I was sorry to leave Glenspean Lodge. Really, I would have loved to have spent the entire time…
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This seemed like a really full day – by the end of it everyone seemed ready to get back to the hotel. At the same time, a lot of us would have liked to have had a different itinerary with more time in Fort William and Glencoe and less time on other stops. If there’s…
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Up early to eat a marvelous breakfast at Glenspean Lodge, and since the day’s plans were almost entirely on the bus or the ferry, Sandy decided to give it a go. I wore some acupressure wrist bands that another tour member gave me and took only half a Dramamine. This worked very well and didn’t…
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On Thursday morning, we slept late and then took a taxi to our next hotel, the Apex Waterloo Place. That night we would meet our tour manager and group, have dinner together, and decide whether Sandy was up for doing the tour. After leaving our luggage, we went to the corner cafe for brunch, where…
slowly she turned 