ARRGHHHH! is perhaps the most appropriate emotional outburst the night before a tour when the packing is a pile in the middle of the floor, resembling the mess left when your house has been visited by the local Constabulary, and there is much to do AND you've got to get to bed early to get up at oh-my-God o'clock in the morning to pick up the guests.
And of course, we're actually all just fine and organised, as usual.
This tour takes its name, Journey to the Western Isles, from the 18th Century diaries of Dr Johnson and James Boswell who made a Grand Tour in 1783/4. Young Boswell was keen to show his native country to the elderly Londoner, a man resplendent in opinions and more opinions, most of which were wrong.
Boswell persuaded Johnson to leave in Edinburgh the pair of pistols he had purchased for protection when north of the Highland line.
We hopefully will go with a more open mind to the outer isles. Na h-Eileanan a Siar. The Isles of the West.
We'll see you in the blog from tomorrow onwards.
Sunday, 12 August 2012
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