Saturday
6th July
What a
difference it makes when the sun shines.
From Portsmouth to Arran it was all smiles today. I am always struck by the gentlemen who open
doors for me as I struggle with my luggage.
I hope this never disappears because it is completely charming. I do find my luggage a real challenge
now. It is all well and good having a
suitcase on wheels but there are a lot of stairs out there. Today I took the lift where I could find it
but it was still a little beyond me. I
will need to give this some thought going forward because I don't want to stop
travelling by myself. I think I would
feel like my illness had won if I ever got to that stage.
I had a
real wobble at Glasgow airport and could have just sat down and stayed there
until someone rescued me. But I am my
father's daughter so I sat for a few minutes and then put one foot in front of
the other again. I really can't complain
when I leave Portsmouth early morning and I am on the island in time for the
women's final at Wimbledon. The flight
is just over an hour and I actually slept right through it so that was a
bonus. As the day unfolded I felt the
world was going on holiday. It is the
summer holiday break in Scotland so from Glasgow onwards it just got busier and
busier and the ferry was ridiculous.
Perhaps I should concentrate on travelling to places no one else wants
to go to. But then I wouldn't have my
lovely gentlemen to open doors for me.
Leaving
Donna was tough as I knew it would be.
She has a very challenging life at times and I just want to be there
during all those times to help. Sadly,
that is not possible as I have my own family but the distance between us is too
great and I know that. I am just hoping
that I managed to make a small difference and that she is in a slightly better
place now.
I am
writing this piece of the post on the boat and keeping my head down. It is highly likely that I will see a fellow
islander but I think talking is a bit beyond me right now. We are late
leaving and one needs to have a word because I will miss the start of the
tennis final if they don't get a move on.
We have volunteers from the RSPB on board at the rear deck spotting
birds for us all and in normal circumstances I would be there. But I relied on my inside knowledge when I
boarded the ferry and snuck by everyone and bagged a comfy seat. I am not feeling guilty either.
The rest
of this post will be written after the tennis final. Didn't Andy Murray do well? It showed the importance of keeping your head
up at all times, me thinks.
A head
went down in the ladies tennis final and the energy flowed from her body before
the tears came. I felt for her but it is
so vital that we learn to keep our heads up.
She will be back, I am sure.
So
wonderful to step on to the pier at Brodick and for super hugs from Pete and
Max. I have known for a long time now
that Arran is one of my soul mates and how lucky I am to live here. Lots of welcome home messages from lots of
lovely people and even a hug from my two big boys. Does it get any better than that?
I can't
write anymore today as I am drained from that journey. Suffice to say that I have done a quick look
round and all seems to be well. My sweet
peas need tying in but that is a job for tomorrow.
Until
tomorrow. Xx
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