Or should I say, back in harness! Either way, I’m definitely wishing I were still on holiday!
We continued our tasting experiences with a trip to a local cheese shop, The Farmer’s Daughter, whose name elicited some joking among the guys. But it was quite elegant, with wine and cheese flights served outside on the patio. This was my younger son’s first experience legally being served alcohol, having just celebrated his 19th birthday. The fromagerie was located in a little alleyway of shops which we explored briefly before enjoying Brooklyn-style pizza across the way.
The next morning, I was up early enough to see the water across the street at low tide — looks like you could walk out and commune with the geese, but I was not that energetic!
Later in the day, we went on a whale-watching excursion. It was a great afternoon to be on the water. We saw seals (it looks like rocks on the rocks, but they are actually well-camouflaged seals!), cormorants, a heron, fallow deer and big-horn sheep (on Spieden Island, which back in the day was apparently stocked for safaris and hunted by the likes of John Wayne), an eagle, and a pod of four orcas. Orcas are also known as killer whales, but are actually dolphins. In any case, they put on quite a show as it looked like they had acquired a meal of one of the seals and were cavorting merrily in the water. (Pictures are of course with an iPhone in the distance, but if you enlarge, you can see everything except for the sheep, which I didn’t manage to capture. I have some better shots of the orcas, but for some reason, my computer doesn’t want to read them.)
It was a little cold in the wind on the boat, so I put up my hood, and with the mandatory mask, I thought it made for quite the selfie! If you look in the background, you can see one of the group of five behind us without his mask. Once we stopped to look at the orcas, all five of them took off their masks. I do hope they weren’t sick, because the woman and boy behind me were very close. My own mask would of course protect them, not me. Even outdoors, being that close with all the strenuous oohing and aahing is probably not the best situation. Masks were required, but our guide at the outset said, “I’m not the COVID police, so it’s up to you.” Really, his fault.
On the final day before coming home, we took a foot-passenger ferry to Sidney Spit, which is a narrow strip of sand and vegetation stretching from Sidney Island into the sea. I spent a very relaxing couple of hours reading and listening to the water lap at the shore.
Finally, and all too soon, it was time to take the ferry for home, with Trevor doing his best to prevent me falling over the front of the boat into the ocean or running into any blood-sucking leaches or other creatures. Always good to have a vampire hunter at hand!
As a final note, for any Royal-watchers out there, I realized when I was on the Island that we were staying only a six-minute drive from where Meghan, Harry, and Archie had stayed during their Christmas hideaway — but, unlike our place, their vacation home was a mansion in a gated community!
I do love a man with a beard!