My summertime would not be complete without a series of train travels in Britain and this summer is no exception.
This is the start of my second decade of traveling in Scotland, so I am accustomed to life on the rails. This trip, I'm doing something new: I'm taking the train from Kings Cross to Glasgow - hopefully from Platform 9 3/4! I suppose because we're only going to be in London for 24 hours, it would have made more sense to fly straight to Glasgow from Newark but I couldn't miss an opportunity to see my lovely friends Yolandie and Cliff, so we're flying to London to attend the opening of their new bistro. The following day, we'll board the train to Glasgow, where Bebe's godmother, Karen, will collect us and take us back to Shotlinn, her family's dairy farm.
The next day, the three of us will depart via Land Rover to Oban, where we'll catch a ferry to the Isle of Mull to attend the fairy tale wedding of my friend Lynsey. The day after the wedding, we'll be up VERY bright and early (due to our poor planning ) to catch the return ferry to the mainland. Needless to say, we're not looking forward to that wake up call but fortunately, since I can't drink at the reception, it won't be too terribly bad... well, at least not for me.
The ferry from Mull back to Oban is a 45 minute journey and I'm really hoping the ferry's kitchen serves bacon butties; the Mallaig - Armadale crossing only serves them in the winter, so it's been a while since I've feasted on one of those healthy treats. If all goes well, Karen will then shuttle us to the train at Crianlarich, where Matty and I (along with, no doubt, a dozen midgie-bite covered German adventure scouts) will, hopefully, make the 10:21 departure to Mallaig. That train stops in the outdoors capital of the UK, Fort Wililam, home to Ben Nevis, one of Britain's highest peaks. It then resumes its journey along was recently voted the world's most scenic train journey or as we Harry Potter fans think of it as, the way to Hogwarts.
Upon arrival in that tiny fishing village, Matty and I will race to catch the ferry over the sea to Skye, where we'll be met by my godparents at the pier. Thankfully, my godmother already sent us ferry tickets so we will be able to skip the queue at the sales office and head straight to the ship. This is a short crossing, only 20 minutes, and deposits us on the island right next to this happening hot spot!
The train travel to Skye is always one of the highlights of the entire trip because it's one of the few times in my year that I'm forced just to sit, read, look, enjoy, and relax. I have issues with relaxing - I don't really know how to, do you?
I'm so excited to share this journey with my Matty and of course, with Bebe, who travels to Skye for the first time this summer; next year, instead of experiencing it from an internal perspective, she'll get to be an active part of it and that is going to be trippy in itself!
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Thursday, July 22, 2010
Training Through Britain
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Spring Cure Continues
Good morning!
I've been up and at it again, trying to get this place
in order and figuring out where to hang these prints:
I put this one in the hallway - it's a photograph by
Grumpy George, a photographer on Skye.
The view is from the Ardvasar Hotel,
where I've spent many a Friday night playing
pool and chatting up the local farmers.
I can't decide where to hang this one,
which I bought years ago and absolutely adore:
Sorry these pics are so unclear;
they barely do it a bit of justice!
they barely do it a bit of justice!
There's another framed print, a retro travel poster of
Quebec City, sitting against the wall of the bedroom;
I'll find a home for it as soon as our two Pam Carters
return from the framer and I decide where they will live.
I'm so excited because yesterday when
we returned from dinner, a package was
on our front door step: my curtain had arrived!
This curtain matches the ones hanging in
our bedroom; however this one is not going
to dress a window, it's going to dress our headboard!
What do you think?
I'm hoping to get started on the project today
but more likely, I'll start it on Saturday.
I took some more pics this morning; I apologize
for the quality but man, it's raining
cats and dogs and frogs and bats today and
it's dark and gloomy - not the best the lighting
for taking After shots but oh well.
Before
After
Before
After
Ok, so only the first two shelves are organized
but it's a start. The bottom two shelves will get their turn
as soon as we buy four more place settings of our dishes.
Kitchen Update:
Choosing how to go about it has
been a constant back and forth, wavering
between painting the existing cabinets or
buying new lower cabinets and putting up
open shelving to, well, open up the space.
If our kitchen wasn't such a small, awkward size
and if we weren't sticking to such a tight budget,
I would have everything made custom here.
Instead, I'm spending hours trying to figure
out how to make one miserable corner functional:
Seriously - the drawer can't open unless the oven
door is down! And while that space measures
38" wide and 26" deep, all of its storage space hidden
behind that little door is inaccessible - talk about a cruel joke!
That's why whoever designed this kitchen
wins my Asshole by Design award.
wins my Asshole by Design award.
What was he thinking?
Ugh, that corner is such a bitch!
We could leave it as is but wouldn't that
make us Assholes by ReDesign?
Um, no thank you.
Ugh, that corner is such a bitch!
We could leave it as is but wouldn't that
make us Assholes by ReDesign?
Um, no thank you.
On a brighter note, on Saturday afternoon I received a
$15 gift certificate from Crate and Barrel, for being
such a "good customer" of their 58th and Madison Avenue store
(you know, the store I window shopped once a few years ago).
By pure chance, we already had planned on being in
the city the following day... conveniently on 57th and Sutton Place.
Although $15 is barely enough to sway Matty to go out of his way,
I managed to convince him (after a brunch-load of Bloody Marys
made from the secret family recipe) to swing by and
lo and behold, we finally used some of our
wedding gift cards, in addition to the $15,
and bought these (and a few not pictured):
I love them.
They make me ridiculously happy and will
look fabulous in our pantry... after we shell out the cash
to have it California Closeted (or bootlegged by a
similar company), that is. I had such fun yesterday rummaging
around the kitchen in search of dry goods (note to self: buy
more dry goods so four containers can be put to better
uses than housing bags of tea we don't drink).
Labels:
Before and After,
de-clutter,
Isle of Skye,
Pam Carter,
Spring Cure 2010
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