The drive to the Isle of Skye was unfortunately arduous. Dad had chosen to take the longer, so called 'scenic' road that would take us around Lock Lomond, which in fact was not so scenic, nor had a view of the Loch. The only saving grace of the 9 hours of driving was that we …
Chapter 26- Aberfoyle
We were of course now in Scotland, in the small town of Aberfoyle to be precise. Sometimes it takes me a few days to realise we're in a new country, but with Scotland it was obvious. For starters our carpet was plaid, and the very helpful lady whom we had rented our apartment from had …
Chapter 25- Cumbria
Brimham Rocks On our way to our next destination we stopped in at Brimham Rocks. As one might suspect, it's a pile of rocks. Lots of them to be precise, and they are very large. The views when one climbs them are also quite spectacular, although does present some dangers. Mum was acutely aware of …
Chapter 24- Yorkshire
Stoneywell Cottage On our journey to Keighley we stopped in at a small Trust property in the middle of nowhere, Stoneywell Cottage. It was built in 1899 by Ernest Gimson, one of the pioneers of the arts and crafts movement, of which my mum is so fond. Also known as the art nouveau style, it …
Chapter 23- Somerset
My parents were sick of the big city thing, so for the remainder of our stay in the UK, we were staying in much smaller, country towns and doing day trips. We travelled from London up to the Isle of Skye, with many detours along the way and hundreds of hours of driving. We hired …
Chapter 22- London
During our time in London we stayed in Croydon, a suburb halfway between Gatwick airport and London itself. It had been a long day (Casablanca, Madrid and now London) and I wanted nothing more than to just lie down and not move for a while. We got out at the train station that was only …
Chapter 21- Casablanca
We arrived at Casablanca train station, where outside there was a large group of men waiting around. One of them quickly raced over to us and started walking along beside us, offering us his services as a taxi driver for a high price. We noticed that once he had come over to us all the …
Chapter 20- Fez
Hiring a private car to get us to Fez was probably one of the smartest things we decided to do on this crazy holiday. Even just getting down to somewhere the car could pick us up was challenging, what with Dad barely able to walk, and us having six bags between us. Luckily someone from …
Chapter 19- Chefchaouen
Some posts I don't know where to begin. This one I most certainly do. To get to Chefchaouen we had to take a bus, and I can safely say this was the worst bus trip of my life. First off we were told the bus wouldn't stop the entire three hour journey, and there was …
Chapter 18- Tangier
We were in Tangier ten days, most of which Dad was sick, which is quite a bugger really as I usually use his blogs to remind myself of what we did. So for this one I will just have to strain my brain to remember a period that was seven months ago, or make things …
Anna Fay On Holiday 