Port Charlotte Hotel
Travel Blogs from Port Charlotte
A Calmac ferry hop (well a couple of hours' worth of hop) over from Kennacraig, West Loch Tarbert to Port Askaig on Islay (pronounced Isla by the locals, and , incorrectly, Islay by poms!)
We're staying in a delightful little Inn/guesthouse at Ballygrant, where the ...
... abp="1139">pause.I packed up my tent (which was soaking) and cause of this I was
late walking out my gate. Not that I had a specific time to walk out my gate…There was no ‘T’ sign when I walked out the gate, but I went
up to see if they were there so I could wash my spoon and go and eat my
breakfast.The moment I got in, all I heard from the mum was ‘you’re in
trouble’ directed ...
... other side, I met the line of people
who had walked there with me. And they invited me to walk with them. So I did.It was nice to share the experience with others, not only
because I would have been lonely on my own but I would have also been quite
lost. Even on an island smaller than Devonport I still suck at geography.We stopped briefly for lunch and then continued the walk,
and I was continuously overtaken by a 5 ...
... and talked to myself, telling myself to ‘be strong’ and ‘don’t let them know you’re scared’. I am pathetic.
But I got back to town and went to grab something from my tent when I saw two arms make a T shape. Yes please!!
After a tea, Ruth said that the family was going to killoren and asked if I wanted to come. George stayed at home doing work applications (fun use of a holiday! Haha), and ...
... t anyone kicking me out. It was the very
opposite.It was Ruth, Paul’s wife. And she asked me if I would like
to join them for dinner. A roast.How kind is that? And who would I be to say no?So I went with her back to her villa and met her sons.The first introduction I had was from the youngest son who
was 15 and it went something like this:
“Hi, I’m Peter”