|Why is this Midsummer unlike any other Midsummer?
||[Jun. 17th, 2016|07:04 pm]
I meant to post about how busy we were getting ready to come away, and where we were going, and why - but in the end I was too busy getting ready to come away, and it didn't happen. So here we are on Arran, on our way to Kintyre and beyond:
Midsummer on Holy Island won't be the same without R. Last year was different, in a good way, with Bears and also lots of people who wanted to say goodbye. But this year, we thought it was time to go somewhere else, and D. found a Landmark Trust property on the Mull of Kintyre (so, on Scotland's west coast, but looking east across the sea). That's far enough away - or, more to the point, tricky enough to get to - that we thought we might as well make a virtue of that necessity. So here we are on Arran, with a couple of days to explore, before we take the ferry from the far side of the island to Kintyre.
valydiarosada and D. spent last night with us, and if the spare bedroom was not completely ready (it contains many empty bookshelves and no bedside light) it was at least habitable. We set off this morning and drove, in our several vehicles, to Ardrossan (durham_rambler and I took the scenic route through Wanlockhead, which was very pretty), which feels like a longer drive than it is, on account of other people on the roads, some of them driving tractors. Then a 45 minute ferry across to Brodick, and here we are. I have been for a short walk, just the length of the village,and acquired some tourist information and some postcards, and am thinking about what we might do tomorrow and after. Durham and Northumberland were rainy and cold, but Ayrshire was brighter, and here on Arran we have soft sunshine, which I am taking as a promise of pleasant weather to come.