When we started planning this trip, I was stuck on spending a month or two in Dublin. Ireland has long been on my “must see/do/dwell list. I had a hard time finding a place to rent so then I switched to Edinburgh. Glen loved Scotland and especially the Highlands so as I said in my last post, I started researching how to travel in Scotland without a car and Isle of Arran came up.
As I pondered our first days abroad and the obvious challenge of jet lag at our advanced age, it made sense to go somewhere where we wouldn’t feel the need to race about and “see” everything. That meant that London was not an option. (And truth be told, it’s me who feels the need to “race about”. Glen does much better at slowing life down.) When I read about Isle of Arran and its “Scotland in miniature” title, it just made sense and the Douglas Hotel also seemed like a lovely option. It’s all been great and things always work out the way they are supposed to…mostly.
As I sat out on the deck enjoying my last Arran Anvil and thinking about our six days here, I found myself feeling incredibly grateful for this opportunity and for the people of Arran and Scotland, in general. Their graciousness, kindness, and friendliness really made our stay special.
Now, I don’t want to bore you with a travelogue so I’ll just share a few highlights and likely more than a few photos. Can’t help myself. Isn’t this better than an old-fashioned slide show though? At least you can scroll forward and you don’t have to sit in a dark room and listen to my slide-by-slide descriptions without an escape route!
In closing, one of the last times I left my mom in her apartment (turning 96 in August!), I could hear her saying on repeat as I walked away down the hallway…”Until next time, until next time, until next time…” Wow. That was hard. None of us has a guarantee for a “next time” and so for now….Isle of Arran, until next time…