I began this entry as we sat in the ferry terminal lineup. With the sun beating down we took time to enjoy our last day on the Emerald Isle. Booking an evening ferry gave us lots of time to explore yet more steep twisty side roads along the Coastal Drive. There were castles where we didn’t expect them, though by now we have learned to look for them at each head land and craggy outcrop. Sheep and cows reluctantly drag their heavy, possibly whiskey fortif...

Sometimes I need go get a catchy title to keep you all interested in our travels. By way of explanation I should tell you that, in some intstances, I have relied on our GPS (with her British programmed voice) to give us fairly accurate pronunciation of the Gaelic. In the last few days we have travelled through areas of Ireland that have little or no English spelling on any of their signs, especially when we were semi lost on the back roads. Gaeltachts are the ...

There is a reason for everything... so they say. So why did we get the ominous flap.. .flap... flap....whoooshhhhhh...... noise and then a full stop on the shoulder of the M4 just north of Swanage, Wales??? Surely after back tracking and spending yet another night with our wonderful family in England it could be clear sailing to Pembroke, Wales!? We had such a lovely day planned. Left early hoping to arrive in Pembroke in time to do some sight seeing and at l...

It seems such a shame to go on about it because really we are having a lovely time... but... this has been the wettest April in 100 years!Though officially still in drought, Great Britain is certainly doing it's best to rid themselves of that designation.At the moment I an writing while sitting in a lovely warm sun room looking out over a small lake in the home of family (now friends) in Wotton-Under-Edge. This could be read as Wotton-Under-Water as they do ...

"Put your coat on luv, I'm going to the pub. Oh Honey, are you taking me with you?No, luv, I'm turnin the 'eat off!!' This little joke took on new meaning as we sat around the fire in a pub called the Blue Anchor Inn.... the day after our windy night in the little village by the sea.Shivering away next to leaky windows in a B&B on High Street, Clovelly, we are told….”Not to worry luv, the heater comes on at midnight”!So what...