And now for the weather…

IMG_5542After four days in London and many hours on the train today (feeling a little weary), we pulled into Port Patrick this afternoon (South West corner of Scotland), all primed to begin our hike tomorrow morning.

And were greeted by gale force winds, temps below 10 degrees, driving rain and sleet. A storm was howling across the Irish Sea. Our guest house was IMG_5551shut, so we headed to the pub next door. This is the kind of little village where the publican asks if you are OK, and then rings the owner of the guest house to get her to open up.

Two women greeted us from the next table and made a big effort to welcome us to the village, especially after hearing we’d come from Australia. Told us to come back at 5 for dinner. We went for a scary stroll around the harbour in the kind of wind that shoves you around and knocks you over, and staggered back to our room, wet and buffeted.

IMG_5560IMG_5557The only solution – after repacking our bags in preparation for starting – was to repair to the pub. Order two glasses of Chilean Cab Sav and two Loins of Cod in butter sauce (I am still trying to picture the loin of a cod), as the wind dashed rain against the harbour-facing windows and puffed coal smoke from the fire back into the room.

And then, in what felt like a delightful omen for the rest of our trip, we joined the two friendly women – Kath and Julie – and over the course of the next three hours, accompanied by a glass or two of wine and two damp dogs, became new best friends.

It was one of those beautiful moments that come when you travel – the meetings that can change your day or your life, where you connect deeply and quickly.

IMG_5566And while we were getting to know each other, the driving rain stopped, the clouds blew away, the sky turned blue and the sun came out. The wind is still throwing up waves against the harbour wall and two seals are poking whiskered heads out of the foam. We’re pulling the curtains shut against the long long evening and falling into bed.

And tomorrow we walk! I might kidnap Molly the Spoodle and take her with us.IMG_5564

News of London will have to wait…

Love to all

Jesse xx

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About Jesse Blackadder

Living at the easternmost tip of Australia on the caldera of an extinct volcano, Jesse Blackadder is a novelist, freelance writer and Doctor of Creative Arts. She is fascinated by landscapes, adventurous women and very cold places and has published three adult novels and three novels for children.
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2 Responses to And now for the weather…

  1. Wendy Rapee says:

    Hey Jesse, travel well…I’m already enjoying your journey:) Women who can be open and welcoming, women with dogs, women with wine… the three perfect ingredients for a bon voyage.

  2. So… that’s where you are, beautiful Jesse 🙂 All your talk of cold winds and warm fires reminds me that it was reeeeeeally cold at CB tonight… And Jesse’s chai was mentioned…. Just saying :-):-)

    It sounds as though you and Andy are having a wonderful time… Yay!!!

    Isn’t it just delicious when you meet ‘new best friends’ just like that!!! It’s better than wine!!!! (I can’t drink much, nowadays, having poisoned my young body decades ago, so doing without wine isn’t a fair and reasonable measure… :-)) New best friends…? Well, that’s almost as good as learning a song that you know will uplift your spirit from this day forth… or just about on par with that. 🙂 🙂

    Enjoy your newfound friends, lovely Jesse and Andy, and we will welcome you, and your chai, with open arms and open hearts. xxxx

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