My Pa and I bullied the rest of the family down to the quayside
. The quay was built to service the wool trade. This is the lovely little customs house.
This little building looks rather Dutch doesn’t it?
All these little lockups are now chichi shops, except for a rather good coffee place.
…and a cute little chain ferry. The only other one I know is in Stratford-upon-Avon
, the one connecting St Hilda’s to Christchurch meadow is long gone.
Canal swing bridges are usually operated by someone walking along the bank. In this case a chap jumped from the boat each time.
He then swung on the the bridge itself, and jumped back into the boat. Wondering whether he’d fall in all added to the enjoyment of the trip.
It’s certainly absolutely lovely.
Here is some gratuitous male flesh for Lorna’s
delight & delectation.
I’d rather like a long trip down this canal. Any takers?
Today the beloved and I went for a walk in Port Meadow, something we used to do a lot when we were courting.
As is often the case with water meadows, it was full of water.
We saw some nice boats…
…viewed distant spires (although it probably wasn’t the right day for that)…
…saw some lasses sculling…
…hung out at the nunnery…
…and saw this fantastic plaque. I love this idea.
One of the many nice things about where we stayed in Wales, was that it wasn’t far from the seaside.
In this case Aberaeron
, where the brightly painted houses remind me of harbour towns in Scotland.
The old harbourmaster’s house was particularly fine.
There were some nice boats in the marina…
…and I really admired the chutzpah of calling such a small boat ‘The African Queen’.
I think some thespians must live here.
The day we visited a special horse festival was going on (which made it very difficult to park).
I’m not sure how much the donkeys enjoyed it.
No, not the Islay S&M club meeting – this is Roy, who donned scuba gear (for the first time) to check under his boat.
On our second day, we went up to Port Askaig. From there we had a great view across the Sound of Islay to Jura.
Dad wasn’t too keen on the anchorage here…
…and the tide race looked quite ‘interesting’.
No wonder they keep the life boat here.
It’s not far from there up to Bunnahabhain, which is lovely, but the edge of nowhere.
A lovely, lovely spot in fact…
…with a hill that screams out “climb me”!
The ‘metropolis’ of Bowmore is a bonny town. The tale is that the church is round ‘so there’s nowhere for the devil to hide’.
Not a great deal of space for visiting yachts here.
Obligatory distillery photo.
I assume that this boat rushes you to the airport.
Not sure why this pair of shoes was at the top of the stairs leading to what seemed to be an uninhabited building.