14 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Itinerary, 0 Comments

Itinerary 3

Continued by train up the east coast through Edinburgh to Inverness. Rented a car in Inverness and drove down west coast of Scotland. Continued South through Liverpool into Northern Wales. Returned to Liverpool and caught a ferry across to Ireland.

Scotland: Carlisle, Newcastle, Glaslon, Eninburgh, Perth, Pitlochry, Pass of Killiecrale A9, Aviemore, Inverness, A875 – Dingwell, Garve, Corrleshalluch Gorge, A832 – Tournaia, Gairoch, Charleston, Lach Maree, A890  – Gleen Carrow, Liar, Stomeferry, Kyle of Lochaish, Skye, A850 – Rudhanan Brathairean, A855 Rittrock, A856 Snizor Beaa, A850, A863, A850], A887, Inchree, A82 Lochleven, A85, A84, A821, Stirring, Alexandia, A74,  Glasgow

England: Carlisie, Penrith, A66, Troutbeck, Keswick, A59, Gdasmere,  Rydalmort,  Ambleside,, Widermic,  Windermere, Bowness, Kendal , A591, Preston,  Liverpool, Chester,55, A494

Wales: Bala, Dolgellau, Barmouth, Haelech, A487, Bangon, Ccandudno, Colwynban,

England: Chester, Liverpool

14 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

06/14 Dublin, Ireland

We paid twenty pounds each for deck passage to Ireland.  Everybody we had been crossing paths with had one priority, duty free beer.  Especially a couple of guys from the states.  One was from San Diego and the other from somewhere outside of Boston Massachusetts.  I was still tired from the long walks and late nights in Liverpool, so I thought I’d catch up on some sleep.  After two beers sleep wasn’t hard to find.  Jim volunteered to watch our bags so I wandered off and found myself a comfortable place to grab some sleep.  (more…)

15 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

06/15 Dublin, Ireland

The clouds were telling no lies, this time they opened up and delivered rain.  Bicycles were now out of the question, so we planned on thumbing our way south.  We were hardly out of town when Jim started whining again.  He’s like one of those thimble banging monkeys.  Once his key gets turned there’s no way to turn him off, until his springs loosen.  (more…)

15 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 009 Will you forget me

Will you forget me, when times turn, so tender? licking the wounds, saw so deep
when dreams of our youth, fade out of splendor, will we, lose the sky, when the sun goes to sleep

16 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

06/16 Southern Ireland

The gentleman that leased us the car was extremely nice.  I am naturally suspicious of people who are too nice and I usually create a bit of a buffer until I’ve figured out their motives.  We ended up talking a bit over a cup of tea before we departed south.  The agent’s nervous habit of looking out the window was distracting.  (more…)