It does seem a bit perverse to begin a blog about a farm–a small New England place with these days just a few Angora goats, a dozen peafowl, two exceptionally bright dogs, two equally beguiling cats and two cockatiels, one of them bald– with notes from a wonderful trip just taken.
I am also entirely new to the mechanics of blogging and have been wading through the instructions and feeling overwhelmed. Finally this morning I decided to just plunge in and let the chips fall where they may. I also decided to write the Orkney Journal as if it were happening right now, not three weeks ago…So here we go
May 15…The Orkney Rovers, Jill, Lynn, Michael and I, head off down I-91 in high spirits. The jokes are scatological, the laughter infectious and never-ending. We park in Framingham, grab the LoganExpress, eat a quick late lunch at a franchise Durgin Park (it bears no resemblance to the Durgin Park I remember!) and at 7 o’clock board our British Airways flight. We are seated four abreast like sardines in a can but hilarity continues…I’ll let Michael fill in the story..and we finally touch down at Heathrow about 1 am (New England time) where we are flung mercilessly into the jaws of post 9/11 security. It’s 6:30 am here in London and we have two hours to make our flight to Aberdeen. Will we make it?
Two retinal eye scans, three passport/boarding pass checks, two baggage inspections, painfully slow movement through the lines slogging our heavy luggage and the fortunate delay of the next flight (else we would indeed have missed it), we are on our way north.
But now we’re way into May 16 so that will have to wait till tomorrow….Cynthia
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