Here’s an amazing thing: there’s never an empty taxi. The first 500 feet of the hike were straight up. Saturday, September 2…Today would be our last day to really ramble around Broadway, and it was a beautiful day for it. Next: The iconic small village ramble – stay tuned! Soon, red brick walls begin to appear, covered – dripping – with flowers of all kinds, again bougainvillea, geraniums in colors I haven’t seen back home, a wall choked with orange nasturtiums, terra cotta pots of white daisies, roses everywhere, hedges of fragrant white jasmine, hollyhocks. We passed a red currant bush full of currants, shining like jewels on the branches. Susan and Jennifer took the long walk with Brian and Bob. After dinner, all gathered in the chintz-splashed parlor in front of a roaring fire, to listen to Annie, a local Gaelic singer. Lest we forgot, coffee is a drug [well, caffeine]. Tomorrow, we leave for London! It was a beautiful day – intermittently cloudy and sunny, perfect for walking the six miles to Polperro. © 2021 Baptist News Global. Beautiful. Finally, in it came and we were finally able to clean up for dinner. Lee and I both lifted a glass to this wonderful memory-in-the­-making. Somebody trying to tell us something? Men and women in cocktail clothes (black), smoking and sipping – whatever! The tiny hall downstairs led to a tiny front desk; the Inn was full of fresh flowers – in our room, which we reached up a winding staircase; in the tiny hallway upstairs and down; in each sitting room. One of many streams throughout the Highlands. No sleep, as usual, but I’m sure it’s all related to stress and jet lag. But after finding a small white hotel with two small rooms – about 20 pounds apiece – we headed  for the beach, walking through the center of town to reach the boardwalk. We kept telling one another not to forget to ask the conductor to drop us off at Sandplace (part of the Looe Valley Line). The drive was so quiet and peaceful… gloriously beautiful … I love the Highlands. To get to the ledge, we scrambled along a small trail about an inch wide, leaped across a small space (with nothing but air below) and perched on the rock just wide enough for two people. It is the last company in the area to implement the traditions of woolen cloth design and manufacture, according to the site on Google. After that bit of palaver, I put everything away and left again, determined to walk around Chipping Campden. When I finally came to the conclusion this was not the Cotswolds Way stretch that David and I had walked in 2017, I thought it the better part of valor to turn back and get a half pint – again, at the Lygon Arms. Yum-o again! Everywhere we looked were green, green lawns, white houses trimmed with black shutters, all backed by vivid blue skies. We drove by The Brown Derby, which by this time had started to lose its cachet, and gazed at Schwab’s Drugstore where Lana Turner was discovered. JOIN THE DIEMERSFONTEIN CORK CLUB. The road sped past and the air was clear. The narrow Main Street was crowded with shoppers and stalls, and these had some wonderful things. !” …but everything was finally fixed, and then we were off! And then Bright Angel Lodge was there! Stanton is a beautiful town – all houses are the old Cotswolds stone – flowers are blooming everywhere. Then onward to catch 12 o’clock. The stone dogs still kept watch, and the cottage itself is a throwback in time. A painted ship floats below upon a painted ocean. For some reason, we also lined up in a row, each of us sitting on the knees of the person behind us, pretending to be rowing a Viking ship – don’t ask me why! We also rolled up the windows at times to keep the dust from blinding us. The boardwalk was filled with tiny booths and video games. Two deep green club chairs in the corners. Then- great adventure – we walked from 4th street down Broadway (at 11 at night) past Times Square with all the huge lit-up advertising signs- to 58th Street, then back down 5th Avenue to Central Park and The Plaza… about 25 city blocks, I think. Wandering the streets, I discovered the most delightful little group of homes, almost like dolls’ houses, painted in pale pastels and hidden from the eye behind storage buildings. !” A card key is handed over: “Room 224.” (A note on card keys: why do I have so much trouble with these things? The Haight was not what it had been – mostly, no-one was there! As we climbed the mountain, we crossed streams over many and various bridges and boulders, the last bridge a wobbly couple of pieces of wood. Loch Torridon was – and no doubt still is – a beautiful, enchanting place – my favorite of the trip. The gray-green of the olive trees underscores the brilliant colors of the flowers. When we are seated, he brought out immense platters of grilled goat and vegetables: beans, potatoes, carrots, cauliflower, mushrooms, and gravy. We walk down to the natural pool formed by lava rocks and sit dipping our toes into the Meditteranean Sea. We had packed the trunk and backseat to the brim with everything we would need for our two week sabbatical and finally closed everything down on a mish-mash of clothes, books, butane stove (which blew up halfway there), tennis rackets (oh please), hair dryer, hot rollers, regular rollers, make up kits, coats, blankets, sleeping bags, towels and shoes. And so to Portofino, lit by the gold of the Italian sunlight. After wittering around, climbing up and down for an hour, we finally find a promising path which actually leads us back to Stanton! So special and lovely. We reach Manarola, and Mario pulls us into a tiny villa where an old Italian woman is making homemade wine. Need I say we ordered the restaurant’s IPA? It’s cozy and very English, with a black and white cat acting as major domo, and laboring under the name “Fattas Cattas.” He joined us at table for lunch, nestling down on my backpack, after insisting on offering a paw to David (not crazy about cats)…, The food was, as usual, delicious, and the leek and potato soup was outstanding. They also encompass fields and river walks, which gave us a wonderful walk over fields and along the river…The sun was shining, and the air smelled of flowers. Flowers, flowers everywhere. Awoke rather early for me –6:45 AM. Order the best, organic, fair trade coffee and have it shipped to your home! We reached the base of a mountain, and stopped to take photographs from every imaginable angle, using up the two rolls of film we had with us. It was 6PM, still daylight. The day was not quite as crystal clear – rain was forecast -but the sun was shining so we didn’t worry about it. In some instances, I was flat against the boulders while trying to get a purchase on the stone. It was at least another mile away, and as I was unsure as to David’s desire to walk any further, we packed up and trotted back down to Broadway. As we look from the window of our room, the hills strewn with colorful villas look like a Renaissance painting. And long live the fairy tale – say I, a big believer in fairy tales…. We drive the M3 until we get off on one of the “A” roads, taking us through Salisbury Plains, where we see Stonehenge in the distance, but don’t stop. The road rose steadily, and by this time it was completely dark. Carpe Diem Pinotage. The kitchen held every conceivable appliance, including a hot water tap that gave us steaming hot water for tea and coffee…immediate satisfaction! A few people from the settlement were walking on the footpath over the cliffs, taking in the clean morning air. These are the things you need to know before you step foot out of your door (or in front of a webcam) and into the real world this morning. People, people and more people -wall to wall people and very hot clothes. Once the balloon was almost filled with gas, four of us climbed into the (very small) basket, and in short order, we were off. We finally reached Mumbles, where I spent much of my childhood. Breakfast: Greek yoghurt with Alpen – yum-o. It had become a tourist mecca, and is thronged with people. After we eat, we discussed going to Nantucket with the lady at the front desk. We walk up more and more steps, finally entering the grounds through an archway into a silent, tranquil avenue. And a man talking on the phone. All rights reserved. What a drive: we logged 240 miles, I wondered if we’d ever arrive. We hastily piled everything into the car, and prepared for take-off. We landed, dragged our suitcases uphill to the hotel (thank goodness for wheels), had approximately two hours to clean up, and headed down to dinner. Our sales assistant was named Gloria. Finally, slightly chilled and pretty damp, we ended up in our hotel’s pub, quaffing ale and Scotch, and having a nice chat with a couple at the bar who happen to be from Pennsylvania, are photographers, and had just spent two weeks on a very wet and windy Isle of Skye! To one side of the house was the orchard and vegetable garden. Padded downstairs to the kitchen, where David was usually already up and having his breakfast. Only three of us choose to go on this hike with Mario (ah, Mario! plan your visit. We went for a lazy ramble along Broadway’s high street, stopping in the Swan for half a pint of the local IPA, called Ubu (don’t ask me why the name, but it was absolutely delicious) and some lunch (yummy as well). We walked together over the grass, dogs alternately galloping, sashaying or drifting. Mario slices the tomatoes and bread he has brought, arranging them on platters with fresh basil from the garden; nasturtiums decorate our plates. Broadway (Horse & Hounds restaurant, The Swan, Lowerfield Farm B&B), Snowshill – Bridget Jones’s Diary filmed here, Sheepscombe House B&B in Snowshill (I spent several days here), Daylesford Organic Farm (organic shopping/clothes – gorgeous), Chipping Camden, Stanton, Stanway, Buckland, Laverton. We drove through the town and decided to go a few miles further before settling in for the night. Always, seas, ponds and lakes abound. David, as Keeper of the Keys, opened the door, and we walked into the kitchen, which then led to the living room and staircase, and beyond that, the library, which looked out through square-paned windows to the back garden; and then to neighboring meadows where sheep were grazing. We made our way through many streams to boulders and small cliffs down which we clambered to the waiting shore. A quick stop to pick up shampoo and Elderberry/Peach Cordial at a village grocery, and I was home around 5 o’clock, ready to sit down with a cuppa, check emails, post some photos on Facebook…. I arrived in Newark after dark, so when we flew over Manhattan- what a beautiful sight: a blanket of multi-colored jewels of lights as far as the eye could see, for miles and miles to the horizon- all massed in varying patterns and ribbons of moving color, with an inky-violet sky behind all. We were all breathing quite heavily by the time we reached the top – but more to come! Perhaps that is the lesson we need to learn from the pandemic. According to Mario, “This is an easy walk.” Uh huh. Well, okay, so the Cotswolds Way is over 100 miles long. Doesn’t come any better than this. You can only get there by boat, and no cars are allowed. What did we know – we kept driving in. Carpe Diem. A perfect day, in every way. Red geraniums abounded, as did vivid hollyhocks, some tall as houses, and purple-black in color. A few boys were seated on the railing, one strumming a guitar. After lunch, we ambled along the river, as the sky continued to darken, with scudding gray clouds a backdrop to the timeless English landscape. I wanted to haul him out of the room! With a diverse design, our themes will motivate your audience to slay a productive day, or tuck in with a cup of delicious coffee to check out your latest blog post. Later in the afternoon we stopped for a cream tea at the Broadway inn and pub. High hedgerows. The view from here is – well, I can’t keep from using the word “spectacular’. After drinks, we took a taxi (strangely available) to the Empire State Building. Carpe Diem. 29 63 1. Is there an emergency to warrant such excessive speed?”, Well, we were trying to make the next town before dark. I pretended I lived there just for a moment…can’t imagine how magical that would be. Is there an estranged relationship you need to mend? The couple from Chepstow spoke so glowingly of the Wye Valley, we turned onto the road to Tintern Abbey. The morning was clear and the sky took on the colors of the sea…a perfect, peaceful place. It often seemed you were either born in the Highlands and they were in your blood; or you cannot live there for long and survive. Loved this little hike! Lene and I talked non-stop, until we both passed out from exhaustion! We booked in at Number 31 a day early, I drove back cross country to Dublin, we got lost in Dublin itself, but finally found Hertz, turned in our rent car, and took a taxi to Number 31. (This is where really good hiking boots, covering the ankle, are a must, she said knowingly.) We finished off with sticky toffee pudding. Comfort ev’ry suff’rer Lower and lower we came – and faster – I was afraid we’d bump into the trees, but we missed that little problem, and landed. 99 There is something about being on the open road with nothing to think about that puts it all into perspective…sort of. This child is probably around 40 years old today. At this point, we’ve come approximately five miles (all up) from Santa Margherita. In the bedroom were wonderfully comfortable beds which faced a window opening onto the garden. But it is true: you can’t go home again. Presently the trail extremely difficult. Loved the play – that helicopter scene was intense. The shops are open, the people are coming and going, the doormen are whistling, whistling, whistling for the taxis that are always full. It comes with a modern strip design and an attractive finish. The beach suddenly opened up and stretched literally for miles, and the late afternoon sunlight played on the cliff face. The grounds, looking as if they were clipped daily with nail scissors, were splashed with hydrangea bushes at every possible turn, all blooming in glorious colors. We saw how cheese used to be made – a nine-hour process. We rested on the rocks below, taking in the fabulous beauty before returning to the cliff top – and feeling fabulously alive. But we kept on because our thinking was: sooner or later we’ll come to a town, and then we can take a taxi back to the inn. Powerful and affecting, it is more emotionally engaging by the time Angel starts to “die”. The whole experience is a view into another world. With no time to slow down and only a split second to utter a prayer, we headed right into it, and just before we rammed it, it slid beneath the wheels. We eat grilled shrimp outside in one of the myriad cafes dotting the square. A quick lunch, and we’re back on the road to Wales, and Mumbles, Swansea. A small wrought iron gate led into a flagstoned enclosure, filled with giant pots of hydrangeas, to the back door. Unusual for me. The air was incredibly fresh, and the green seemed more intense as time went by. Quickly parking the car, we climbed to more closely view these figures carved by airmen in World War I. We drove back through the desert without incident, to Albuquerque and its bowl of jeweled lights seen from atop a mesa. I texted Steve to let him know it would be between 4-5pm when ready to be picked up, and went on my merry way to find the Cotswolds Way. We were up and out of Hotel Mundal by 10AM, taking a taxi to the base of the mountain where we were to climb to the Flatbreen (which means “glacier” in Norwegian…so actually appending “glacier” after Flatbreen is pretty unnecessary!). We were in the parking lot at Lyme Regis, trying to find our way out. Back at the hotel, Judy corroborated this statement, also mentioning a drowned rat. (Dock leaves take out the sting…). Here we ate lunch at the Old Mill, a tiny riverside café run by a friend of Steve’s. Dropping off our luggage, we were driven to the base of the cliff to begin our hike. A corner table housed a coffee maker and teakettle. The stonework is wonderful. Too many people have. The freeway loomed ahead, mile after monotonous mile. I was so busy talking to the owner’s father (named Ham) about which key worked where, I completely forgot to look at the door closely until I was halfway down the High. Also a movie with Anthony Hopkins and Anne Bancroft –, Eton, Oxford, Cambridge, Windsor Castle – you can actually book rooms at Oxford during the summer months –, Balliol College (literary home of Lord Peter Wimsey), Wimpole Street (Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Robert Browning – poets). We stopped for a little “smack of something” on our way down the I-30. We have another challenging hike today, 6,000 feet – up, and up again, steps and more steps. We had nothing on the agenda today but rambling around Broadway, and maybe a walk in the late afternoon. On the way out of Clifton, we suddenly found ourselves in an avenue of over-arching maples, all yellow-leafed, with the road carpeted in yellow leaves. It’s amazing. We arose as usual at 7AM, ate a good breakfast and piled in the vans for an hour’s ride to the boat we were to take to an uninhabited part of Skye. I had to be dragged out of there kicking and screaming (internally!) Just a dear, wonderful woman. The house itself had stone flagged floors. we set off for the Great Malverns. Strolling along the, by now, well-known path from Old Orchard to Broadway, we were struck anew by the historic homes lining the road, with small paned windows and peaked gables, gardens filled with the flowers in season, old drystone walls…views across the road into the fields and hills, some ploughed, some green and glowing in the sunlight. Susan, Linda, Jennifer and I shared the van with Brian and Tom – lots of room, and it was nice to be able to stretch out. Now it’s too late. The other side of New York is the homeless. The On Time ferry to Chappaquiddick was $3 (round trip) and took all of two seconds to get there. ... For our Thanksgiving break we tackled an item on my 45×45 Carpe Diem List: TAKE THE BOYS TO DISNEY WORLD! Dinner was: cauliflower soup, lentils with mushrooms, and fruit salad – so healthy! It’d only been a few short years since the sixties, and we were still a naïve pair, setting off as if for a permanent move to the coast. "Whatever you do, Carpe the heck out of that Diem" - Roman poet, Horace. I was exhausted when we rolled in around 5 o’clock. After a light dinner, it was back to the hotel to prepare to take off early in the morning. The winds were so tempestuous, they needed to grip the cliff face to avoid being blown off the ledge. It was very, very old, and very, very beautiful, and very la-di-dah. The trail was extremely narrow, with a sharp drop on our left, and the mountain rising sheer to our right. We changed clothes and grabbed a cab (via our wonderful doorman) to Tavern on the Green – only to find out we needed a reservation to eat there. Driving on to Stanton, we stop in the village pub atop a hill (lovely!) I had to wear what I brought, the best of it being a cashmere sweater and khakis. The only spot deep enough to drown in is where the car went down. The energy level is intense at all hours. Just a few twinkling stars lit up the sky. Not a real hike, but good for the legs and rear! Up the lane, we noticed a manor house for sale, set back from the road with a long drive bound by rhododendrons. Canton Provisions Company is located at Bender's Tavern 137 Court Ave SW Canton, Ohio 44702 I heard the church clock down the road chiming the hour; the church bells chimed in unison. The following day, we stood in line to tour Universal Studios, after which, it was Graumann’s Chinese Theatre …. Never was I so happy to see a ferry! ), After all this, we had about 45 minutes to find a place to eat before we had to get to the play, so we took a cab to the Minskoff Theatre, picked up our tickets, then ran across the street to Lindy’s, a little landmark deli with the best sandwich I ever put in my mouth, a Sid Caesar (all the sandwiches are named after old-time comedians). And we were there, and we didn’t have to move again for ten whole days. Half pints were ordered. And no air conditioner! Unfortunately, the rest of the trail was “spiked”, as loggers had felled many trees, and blocked the trail. Dialogue Window Bubble. Suddenly, from nowhere, an earsplitting blast … then the fog parted and we saw the side of an immense ship moving slowly not yards from our boat. We pulled the car into the parking lot and sat quietly for a moment. After breakfast, up and away on the M-40, on the road back to London. Halfway to our destination, we pulled off the road to take a brief hike over a ferny footpath, then back in the car to head for Ednovean House, our B&B in Perranuthnoe. After all this activity, I was so ready for bed – but it certainly wasn’t ready for me. The sun was high in the sky, and the world smelled of trees. We have a most glorious view: from the veranda of the hotel, we look onto a landscaped lawn and garden, leading to a natural pool and rocky terrace. May our eyelids close. So we decided to walk up the stairs to our floor under the auspices of a very nice (although initially suspicious) security guard. What a walk. Anyway, we decided to turn back to Edgartown – not soon enough for an iced cappuccino and a banana, blueberry, strawberry and raspberry smoothie! I think we were in an area called Inchnadampf. JOIN NOW. Shera, Beate’s dog who accompanied us on this hike, was truly a picture as she crossed the bridge, legs splayed, eyes beseeching! So a roast beef dinner in the lovely restaurant was just the thing to warm us up (after the usual Ubu IPA!) I have never been so tired getting ready for a trip! After a brief rest here, we rambled all over the mountain, returning down to Vik in the golden sunshine. The wooden buildings were tiny, almost miniature in size. Grabbing the directions, and reading about everything but turning the stove off, we did the only thing we could do: we kicked it – still aflame – out of the room into the adjoining field. That night, as we were walking around Fishermen’s Wharf, the fog rolled in. (Obviously not dancing here!) Lee had on jeans and black socks: “Black socks make any outfit, my dear!”. The gas station couldn’t help us, so onwards to the next town. NOTHING to be found. In retrospect, that was a mistake, as there’s always something hidden behind the touristy buildings that make a visit worthwhile. Monday, September 4…We both rose early as we had to be out of Old Orchard by 10AM – it was being taken over by the new tenants. On arrival, we hiked up the mountainside. As we sat gingerly lowered ourselves, our chins almost hit the table. Crystal Cars took us halfway down the hill into the village, and let us out close to a small stall selling whelks, cockles, prawns, and other seafood…we promised ourselves to come back for the cockles, but we never found the stall again! Visions bright of thee; He was a busy, and – in his words – happy, man. While you’re here, check out my booklist, blog, and exciting news. No city lights…and the silence is profound. The island, an artist colony with about 12 miles of hiking trails, is situated 10 miles from the mainland. Children played on the grass. Some rambled across the roads, some rested or grazed. I stumbled by mistake off the path onto a downward trail – yikes! Ivy covers the chestnuts, pines, and oaks. Monday August 21…on way to airport at 11…I am SO ready. In thy holy eyes. So we left for theBroadwayTower– which, when you climb 250 feet – has a 360 view of the Cotswolds countryside. But, he was very nice and pointed me in the right direction –which, of course, was at the very opposite end of Broadway. The small outdoor bathrooms (well, outdoor in the sense of not being in the cafe) had low-lying doorframes, and apparently ignoring the sign saying “Watch your head,” I immediately bashed mine against the lintel – looking and feeling rather idiotic since there was quite an audience to my momentary lapse and crossed eyes. Everyone was taking photographs, but despite the back-of-beyond feeling, we did not linger long. We rambled around Polperro, looking in shops and the post office (which offers far more than just postage stamps), and finally climbed up the hill to the bus stop at Crumplehorn. Holiday Inn is not necessarily my idea of Nirvana…except just at this moment. Leaving her to it, I next popped into an art gallery, apologetically asking the same question of a man who obviously knew I wasn’t in there to spend oodles of money on a painting! We must be climbing “thousands of stairs” up and down the hillsides. Taste, style and elegance. It was enveloped by farms, hills and orchards. A healthy breakfast of muesli is satisfying, but the coffee is, to put it as nicely as possible, strong enough to take the enamel off your teeth! This is a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful hotel! We walked about four miles along the cliffs, which look far, far out to sea. This is a storybook B&B, run by Christine and Charles Taylor, accompanied by cats Spud and Louis, and beautiful horses including Danni and Dolly. We climbed out to some of the furthest reaches, looking down, down, down. I liked it! We missed our first train at Paddington for Looe, so decided breakfast was a good idea (it was a full English breakfast, and it was goo-ood!) Afterward, Brian gave a brief talk on what to expect on our hikes, and Tom spoke of the early history of the Highlands. Breakfast included: one sausage, two rashers of English bacon, scrambled eggs, fried tomato, toast and tea. The day had turned a whiter shade of gray by this time, misty, drizzly. I vowed then and there to eat an apple a day…they were sweet and crisp, with a white flesh faintly veined with green. And dirty. My heart was banging in my chest by the time I arrived at the top of this first stretch. Battie, a 1.5 mile moderate trail that was peaceful and serene. It may have been a town, but there were no motels anywhere to be found. The day was sunny and bright, not a cloud in the sky. We were given a map of Chappaquiddick with “The Bridge” circled, where it was and how to get to it. OPINION: Views expressed in Baptist News Global columns and commentaries are solely those of the authors. (Note: this was the ONLY time it was chilly.). Small Cotswolds villages – with our tour guide Steve – Chapter 4. In the distance, rolling hills and vales…. The Brecon Beacons took us through wild, empty country showcasing secluded dales and valleys. AND GET 10% OFF ALL ONLINE PURCHASES PLUS FREE DELIVERY. St. Edburgha’s Church, a small Norman church standing in a field…. Completely forgetting about Nantucket, our return to the Inn is punctuated by a note pinned to our door which reminded us that we have round trip tickets for Saturday. From here it was downhill. We planned to be up at dawn to watch the sun come up…ha! After this short excursion, we wandered back to the hotel, in time to prepare for cocktails, and then dinner. After lunch, some of us ramble up to see an eleventh century church and an old villa that’s been converted to a hotel – very, very beautiful. Our happy hiking group on the hotel patio in Santa Margherita. That night we ate at an enchanting new restaurant, and had some of the best food I’ve ever eaten in my life. Although our hike was only four hours, it was challenging, and we returned for a restful afternoon readying us for the hike tomorrow – 3000 feet up to the Flatbreen Glacier. Challenging, but exhilarating at the same time! After all that, we found a taxi and began a rather slow journey to The Kensington. Then…on our merry way to California. Home And Bazaar Handicraft Folding Dining Table. It was one of the most delightful parts of our delightful day here. We reach the sea front from an increasingly winding tree-lined path which rambles through a wrought-iron gateway into a small tunnel out onto the front. 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