It seems like an age since I’ve published a new blog here. I pen this after a yucky 2 week battle with flu which left me tired, weak and going stir crazy. No sooner had I recovered than I jetted straight off to that wonderful, lunatic asylum known as NYC for a 6 day trip!
Now here I am flu free, jet lagged, tired and a little shell-shocked after a pretty inactive and overactive few weeks!
I can’t wait to get out on the open road again, to explore Scotland’s hills, remote sandy beaches and historic ruins with the Wee White Dug. It feels like forever since we’ve had a Scottish adventure together.
Directly before the lurgy struck and we headed to NYC on holiday we were able to enjoy a mini Scottish adventure. On a sunny, Wednesday morning in early June myself, Mr G, The Teen and the Wee White Dug boarded the dog friendly Maid of the Forth in the shadow of the iconic Forth Bridge for a cruise on the Firth of Forth.
We sat on the outside deck of the boat to enjoy the view and sea air. The wee dug was in his element, peering overboard and enjoying the smells of the sea.
En-route to and from Inchcolm an audio tour played, highlighting lots of interesting information about the Firth of forth, its islands and the land bordering it. There were tales of ghostly goings on, murder, conspiracy and more but I won’t spoil it for you, as you should take a tour yourself and hear the stories first hand.
As we neared Inchcolm we were lucky enough to spot some Grey Seals on a small rocky outcrop, basking lazily in the sun.
Inchcolm is often referred to as the Iona of the East, and it’s easy to see why when you catch a first glimpse of the island with its beautiful medieval abbey, white sandy beaches and azure blue waters. Inchcolm Abbey was originally a priory founded by King David I who reigned between 1124 and 1153.
Preserved inside the small museum at the visitors centre is a rare 11th century hogback tombstone typical of those from the Viking era.
No sooner had we taken a handful of steps into the abbey grounds than an angry duck had flown straight into Mr G’s face! The Teen and I struggled to keep a straight face as Mr G nearly rocketed 10 feet into the air with fright. It turns out the poor duck had been snuggling with her babies, when along stomped Mr G like Gulliver in Lilliput. Once she realised he wasn’t a threat she settled back down and let us admire her adorable new brood from a safe distance.
We explored a maze or interiors rooms and corridors, all remarkably well-preserved, gaining a good understanding of what life must have been like for the medieval holy men who once lived and worked on the island.
As I dashed from room to room exploring, I knew it was only a matter of time before I would encounter my Inchcolm Abbey nemesis. The terror that I’d failed to conquer on my last visit – a narrow and claustrophobic handrail free, turnpike staircase that twisted and turned up to a precarious looking wooden platform, leading to a near vertical wooden ladder to reach the abbey roof!
The Teen point-blank refused to shoehorn herself into claustrophobia hell, but Mr G was straight in and ascending like a rat up a drain pipe.
Knowing he’d spend the rest of the day waxing lyrical about the amazing rooftop view I cautiously followed. I’m no giant but the staircase felt like it completely enveloped me. Even my tiny UK size 3-4 feet struggled to find purchase on the narrow stone steps. I crawled up slowly on my hands and knees, trying to put any thought of how I’d get down again to the back of my mind.
Once out of the coffin like stairwell the precarious wooden platform and near vertical wooden ladder were a breeze.
On the roof I was delighted to have conquered my fear as the view was amazing. I could see the whole island and across to Edinburgh and Fife too.
Trophy photos snapped, I descended backwards, slowly and inelegantly. Once my feet were planted safely back on firmer ground I felt ecstatic and relieved.
Back outside our plans to explore the island’s WWI & WWII buildings were scuppered when we realised nesting season meant that much of the island was off-limits to visitors.
I’d visited the island before so I was happy to potter around the abbey area, but as Mr G was a first time visitor he was keen to see more.
He decided to explore a field directly behind the abbey. Seeing a large number of Herring gulls sitting in the field The Wee White Dug, The Teen and I decided to observe his efforts from afar with bemused curiosity.
We didn’t have to wait long for what turned out to be the highlight of the day – pure comedy gold. Mr G tiptoed into the field, clearly deciding that a stealth approach would fool the gulls eyeing him suspicious.
I stood poised, camera at the ready. The gulls were having none if it, and a small formation flying posse swooped angrily down on the fool hardy intruder sending him packing.
How I managed to capture the scene on camera without doubling over with laughter I’ll never know.
It reminded me of the cheesy old joke. What do you call a man with a seagull on his head? Cliff.
For the rest of the day Mr G was dubbed Cliff.
We spent the remainder of our time on the island relaxing by the two small beaches near the abbey, well out of reach of any nesting gulls.
We grabbed a table with a window view, inside the Maid of the Forth’s nautical themed bar for our return crossing to South Queensferry.
I snapped some last views of the island and abbey as we sailed by, looking out for the points of interest being covered on the audio tour.
The return crossing was much choppier than our journey to Inchcolm. The Teen slumped on our table, eyes closed and head in hands. When I asked if she felt sea sick she vehemently denied that she did, claiming to be exhausted instead!
When I looked around the bar there appeared to be several equally exhausted passengers on board. It’s amazing the toll a 90 minute potter around an old abbey can have on your energy levels!
I loved sailing under the iconic old rail bridge, and the Forth Road Bridge which I cross regularly on my Scottish travels. It was also great to get a close up sea view of the new Queensferry Crossing.
As a child the thought of crossing the rail bridge terrified me as I believed the trains travelled along the top of it and over the humps!
I must have been a naive child as I also thought San Fransisco and the USA were very close to where I lived. After seeing the Golden Gate Bridge on TV, I was absolutely convinced that it was the Forth Road Bridge.
Back on dry land The Teen’s sudden tiredness passed as if by magic, so we all enjoyed a tasty lunch at the dog friendly Little Bakery in South Queensferry.
Banana milkshakes, toasties and red velvet brownies were devoured in record time after a morning of fresh sea air – delicious.
I’d like to offer a big thank you to the Maid of the Forth for a great day out. Although our trip to Inchcolm was kindly provided on a complimentary basis all opinions, musings and comments contained within this blog are accurate and entirely my own.
Until next time …….