Top twenty Travel Tips

Travelling is at times tiring, confusing, difficult, hot, cold, boring, irritating and terribly uncomfortable. I have never been happier. I am an intrepid traveller. A true explorer. I have learned many things, some of which are spiritual, physical, personal, or just plain practical. 

Here are my Top Twenty Travel Tips:

 1. Never travel anywhere without tissue. Ever.
2. When they say get to the airport 2 hours before....they mean it.
3. Always talk to strangers. 
4. Pack light. Then take out more.
5. If you're not sure, ask someone.
6. Give to the poor.
7. Never leave anything behind that can't be used by someone else
8. Learn how to wash your clothes by hand
9. Be polite, no matter what the situation. You are representing your country.
10. Use the tourist information offices. You're a tourist.
11.  Send postcards.
12. Take a business card from the place you are staying when you go out for the day.
13. Spend your money on experiences rather than stuff
14. Take pictures but commit to memory as well
15. Sleep with your passport. Shower with it if necessary.
16. Eat the local food.
17. Move your body every day.
18. Conserve water, use it wisely.
19. Try to speak a few words in the language of the country you are in.
20.  Write about your travels

The Scilly Isles

....pronounced "Silly" Isles. We decided to take this once in a lifetime (for me) opportunity to visit the Scilly Isles, specifically Tescoe Isle. My first time ever in a helicopter, it seemed a fitting way to experience my last inter-continental flight before going home. We had a cup of tea at the waiting area and then were led out to the waiting, and very noisy, helicopter. I must admit, I was excited! I kept thinking of Robbie who used to go to work everyday like this when he was firefighting. The view from the helicopter was incredible as you fly much lower than in an airplane. The coastline was wild and rugged and so interesting to watch the waves crashing against the gnarly cliffs. It was a rough day, very windy, but a smooth ride nevertheless. The helipad on Trescoe was very simple and since the island is a no-car zone, we walked the short distance to our first stop, the sub tropical Trescoe Abby Gardens, host to thousands of exotic plants . Finding myself enraptured in this place of such profound beauty, engulfed in the trees, shrubs, flowers, birds and insects, I was thoroughly engaged for the next couple of hours. We walked the lush criss-cross grid of pathways amidst succulents, towering palm trees and lipstick red flame trees and hundreds of flowering plants and shrubs from all over the world.  Many of these plants would not stand a chance on the Cornish mainland less than 30 miles away but by building tall wind breaks Augustus Smith channelled the weather up and over the network of walled enclosures that he built around the priory ruins. This tropical garden is home to species from 80 countries and indeed a treasure to behold! Next a walk around the island to the castle ruins and the only pub "The New Inn" for lunch - a half pint of fresh prawns, salad and, of course, a beer. We got drowned in a torrential rain storm on the way back but I have learned to shake it off and enjoy myself despite the unpredictable English weather. The sun came out and we had a cup of tea in the garden where the birds were so tame they were actually sitting on Terry's knee! Delightful! We saw a golden pheasant, one of the most colourful birds I've ever been close to, and one I've never even heard of before. It was an amazing day, one I shall never forget. The next day we headed back to Liverpool, a long 8 hour drive and I sincerely hope to go back to Cornwall one day. In fact, if I could, I'd live there. Still need to find that farmer to marry though.....!

Land's End

We woke up to pouring rain today. The plan was forTerry and I to drop Sue off at her course and then carry on to Lands End, England's most westerly point and do a coastal walk. I was really excited and I packed my bag with all the necessary items. I knew I'd get wet, but I didn't mind. I was primed to see the beauty of this rugged coastline I had read so much about. When we got to Lands End, it was so windy I began to have second thoughts only from the safety aspect. We went into the coffee shop had a coffee and then I decided I wanted to go regardless of the weather. Terry did as well though he only wanted to walk to Sennen, a mile away. I wasn't thrilled about walking alone on a treacherous path but once we got going it seemed to settle down a bit and was fine. We parted ways at Sennen and after meeting and getting information from a very friendly woman named "Irish Annie"at the National Trust office (an old fort overlooking the sea),  I carried on nearly to Port Cornwall where it veered off to the small town of St Just.  Battered into dramatic shapes by the Atlantic winds and waves, jagged cliffs rise from the wild waters. It took me about three hours and it was stunningly beautiful....words can't describe it. I had walked about an hour and a half when I reached a high rocky bit where the path seemed to end rather abruptly. I found myself peering over the cliff edge looking down a rock face to the sea below. I had no choice but to turn back. When I did, I met three guys who were headed that way and I told them they wouldn't be able to pass. Just then, another guy came down heading in the opposite direction of which we were going and told us we just had to scramble over the rocks and we would be okay. So that's what we did and my new friends Ian (Groggy), Mark, and Aidy (Adrian) found themselves with a new walking partner. They were very kind and two of them were heading to Port Cornwall as well so it made sense to walk together. When we got to the sign that said St Just I decided to leave them and head there to meet Terry. I invited them to join us for a pint at the Kings Arms Pub, which they did. It had started raining heavily and the last 45 minutes was torrential. Luckily the pub had a roaring fire going and we warmed up rather nicely, hung our clothes in front of the fire and had a good time. The owner of the pub was doing a quiz night and practiced on us...so much fun! We said goodbye, another couple of people that will remain in my memories of this amazing journey.

St. Ives

"...I could fill pages remembering one thing after another. All together made the summer at St. Ives the best beginning to life imaginable." --- Virginia Woolf

St. Ives

Barbara Hepworth

Barbara Hepworth

 Touted the 'Best UK Seaside Town' from the British Travel Awards in both 2010 and 2011, St Ives was incorporated by Royal Charter in 1639. It has become renowned for its number of local artists, most notably sculptor Barbara Hepworth whose studio and sculpture garden are a must-see. The Barbara Hepworth Museum and her sculpture garden are the responsibility of Tate St Ives. It was the wish of the late sculptor to leave her work on public display in perpetuity. St Ives is situated on the shore of St Ives Bay, its harbour sheltered by Smeaton's pier. Close to the harbour, its streets are narrow and uneven while its wider streets are in the newer parts of the town on rising ground. We parked the car in a car park up a steep street and made our way down to the pier. The town has four beaches and because of its oceanic climate has some of the mildest winters and warmest summers in Britain making it a popular holiday destination for the Brits. Anyway, I did love this place...it was a happy place filled with young people, dogs and for some reason, lots of pregnant women! Needless to say, it is an very special place and though I felt like a tourist, it was a place I wanted to return to, so I did. We decided to take one of the little boats to "Seal Island" which turned out to be a sunny and spectacular cruise along the beautiful coastline and though there weren't many seals, the ones that were there were delightful. Back on dry land we strolled along the promenade and ate a Cornish pasty, the local specialty. We meandered through the streets lined with little gift shops, bakeries, pasty shops and a butcher shop where we bought delicious lamb chops that we bbq'd for tea that night. It has become our custom, call it a Holiday Habit, to stop in at a pub for a pint before going back to the cottage to cook dinner. On one such occasion I went to the bar and ordered a cider for Sue, a pint of Betty Stoggs for Terry, and a half pint for myself. The barman asked me if I was sure I only wanted a half to which I replied "go on then, I'll have a whole". I've been here long enough to know the lingo....a pint, I should have said. By the time I go home, I'll have it down and then will have to go back to saying....uh oh, what is it that we say in Canada? Now I'm really confused. Better quit drinking beer for a while!

Mousehole, Penzance and Marazion

The forecast is for rain, clouds, and wind but the day dawned bright and sunny. Off we went to see the Open Studios of some artists in the area, one of which is Peter Ray, a printmaker who is giving a class for two days this week that my aunt has signed up for. I met some lovely people and viewed some amazing art. Another artist, was Paul Fry whom I had a lovely chat with in his studio. He does beautiful paintings that kind of remind me of my sister's work....sort of ethereal and white with pencil-y drawings in them. Okay, I'm crap at describing artwork but google him and you'll see what I mean. Anyway, I really enjoyed myself as it reminded me a bit of doing "ArtWalk" in Nelson (or as I like to call it, "Chatwalk". We talked about art, life, and travel. As you do. Afterwards, we decided to go to Mousehole (pronounced Mose-il) so I could walk from there to Penzance. The weather was holding and I needed to get some exercise. I was dropped off and spent the next couple of hours doing what I do best. I'm trying to get my walks in every day and most of the time I get an hour or two. I find I am happiest when I am walking. Whether it is a beach, a trail, a path, or a road, or if it is cloudy, sunny, raining heavily or even snowing, it doesn't matter. I am happy. I like walking alone or with someone but it is for me about being outside and moving my body every day. I pray, I think, I dream, I plan and sometimes I listen to music on my iPod. It is for me the most comfortable place I can be. Perfect. We carried onto Marazion and the famous St Michael's Mount, a one thousand year old castle that is only accessible by a causeway which is affected by the tide. If you're not paying attention, you could get stuck there until the tide goes back out. Beautiful beach and lovely village and great beer on a deck. Back to the cottage for our tea (dinner).

A week in Cornwall

Another place I've always wanted to go in England. When I was about eighteen, I read the Poldark series by Winston Graham and was swept away to the 17th century and the wild images of the fierce but beautiful landscape of sea cliffs and quaint fishing villages. Since then, I have always wanted to go there. I plan to do some walking, regardless of the weather and in consideration of England's notoriously unpredictable weather, I packed my bag with this in mind.  I travelled with my aunt and uncle by car and to break up the long journey,  we spent the first night in a little village called Taunton, Somerset in a B&B called Farthings. It was quaint and cosy and my room was perfect, complete with bathtub, veranda, and a tea trolley. We sat on the deck to soak up the end of the day sun, then found a pub with great ale and had a hearty meal before tucking ourselves in to our cosy beds. I got up very early and headed out for my morning walk. The sun was shining and I was in heaven. I saw a doe, a deer, 2 rabbits and a dead badger before having a delicious breakfast of cereal, toast and two cups of tea!  With only about a hundred miles to go, we got to our cottage in Trescowe quite early, dropped off our bags and then went off to explore. We decided to go to Penzance and have some lunch and a look around and get some groceries before going back to the cottage to settle in. So far, the weather was cooperating and it wasn't raining. The cottage is lovely but a little out of the way as it is a few miles away from the nearest village. The country roads are very narrow and so not good for walking along as you could be faced with a car, tractor or horse at any turn! The owners Keith, Mandy and Katie, their daughter, are very nice and have gone out of their way to make us feel comfortable we have everything we need. Sue bought Rummikub so we will have something to do in the evenings. The cottage is equipped with maps, brochures and information on what to do in Cornwall. All set for a special week and I feel like I am on a holiday by the seaside. Bring it on!

Appleby

Even the name is quaint! When I travelled in Africa, I met two women that became good friends...Liz, who lives in Appleby, Yorkshire and Stephanie, who lives in NYC. We had the idea that we would try and meet up in England before I went home and the beginning of June seemed like a good time for Steph to come over to England as it was the week of the Appleby Fair. If you've never heard of this, it is similar to the series " My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding". The dates were set and on June 4th I headed to Manchester Airport to meet Steph before heading to Penrith, where we would be picked up by Liz. I left pretty early in the morning in order to meet Steph but when I arrived in Manchester, I found out her flight was delayed and we would miss our train.  The system here is crazy, if you pre-purchase your ticket at least a week in advance, it's a reasonable price. If you buy your ticket close to, or on the day of travel, you will pay near double the rate. No changes allowed. It drives me crazy! When I realised we would not make our train, I went to the office, batted my eyes and begged for consideration, which was granted, and I was given a ticket for the following train, no extra charge. Liz was at the station in Penrith to meet us. We picked up some supplies and headed to Appleby.  Liz lives in a lovely house and we were made very welcome. She has two delightful little dogs who we played with and walked after we had a BBQ. We took a wander through the village, an old and very quaint village with a beautiful river running right through the town. Walking through a farmers field we came across a newborn foal, less than a day old. Such a beautiful little thing, I was transfixed. Another farm experience to cherish. The following day we went for a hike up into the surrounding hills. More beauty, more sheep and then to a pub for the obligatory half before heading home. Another great dinner and good time with new friends.   The next day, Liz made bacon buttys for breakfast and then we got in the car and headed to Keswick, another lovely village in the Lake district. Had a lovely time wandering through the quaint streets and around the shops. Had a bite to eat at a little outside cafe and then another drive and then headed to Penrith where I was to catch my train back to Liverpool. Steph was staying on so she could see (...take part in?!) the infamous Appleby Fair that was happening on the weekend. I was headed to Cornwall. I feel so blessed, once again, for the opportunity to meet up with friends I have met whilst travelling.  Next reunion, hopefully in NYC!