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‘Journey to the British Isles,’ Part 4 PDF Print E-mail
Monday, April 15, 2013 7:49 AM


We are on our way to Belfast, Ireland, population 300,000. The driver said he was not going to take us into the city as a recent bus had had stones thrown at it. We drove around the city. We took the ferry back to Scotland, on the Stena Line. It took an hour and 40 minutes.

Traveling to Aberfoyle to see the sheep. They had a show called the Trossachs Theatre. They told about and showed the different breeds of sheep. There were lots of sweaters made of cashmere and different treatments of wools but I can’t stand wool touching my skin.


Driving near the famous golf course St. Andrews. Surprisingly, there were fields of swaying tall grass. But suddenly there was this beautiful green course with many old buildings on one side. We ate upstairs in one of those buildings, which had been a hotel. The furnishings were sparse but the food was good. The guys bought shirts and souvenirs.


Once again, we are in Glasgow, Scotland. We are staying at the Swallows Hotel. Our dinner was in the hotel. I had a cheese/vegetable meal with a puffed pastry in chocolate sauce for dessert.

There was a transportation museum near Sauciehall Street. There were cars, streetcars, etc. Goebels is on one side of the River Clyde and is known for vandalism. Our group went to a club which featured dancing in traditional costumes, such as kilts. They also had a meal for us, including haggis, which everyone talked about. It is cooked in the stomach of a sheep. We tried it and it was heavily spiced. Blood pudding was also on the menu. Cookie is the only one in the group who likes it.

We returned to Newark from Glasgow in 6 hours and 40 minutes. From Newark to Detroit was another hour and 12 minutes. Ireland especially was sooo pretty and such a green country. Of course, they have at least some mist, if not full rain, every day. There were lots of beautiful hydrangeas and fields of heather. We saw a few thatched roofs and will always remember the great soup. This was a very pleasant trip.

Pictured: The Millers saw many thatched roofs throughout their trip. This stone cottage boasts the "Oldest thatched roof in existence."


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