June 2016, United Kingdom & Ireland.
Back in June, my Mum and I spent 2 weeks on a bus tour in the UK and Ireland. Quite by chance, we were in “town” when Brexit happened, with 38 other people and our tour guide: a British resident who is a Canadian of South African descent.
This isn’t about walls though. This is about windows.
It was a mad tour. Having never been on anything like this, I think I’ve only just recovered from the shock of sight seeing (something I generally loathe) on steroids.
I’ve been a nomad for close to 4 years now, and in that time have moved around very slowly, often staying several weeks in a particular spot. I take a long interest in most new things, and that generally requires more than 15 minutes to appreciate where I am, before being whisked away to another historical site, slapped with a random list of 5 facts and herded on.
You can probably guess it wasn’t my dream holiday.
It was more National Lampoon’s Vacation really, replete with the classic Grand Canyon scene experience.
I would have laughed a lot more at the madness if I wasn’t so busy being a grouch. I worked every night in those 2 weeks, to meet a deadline that coincided with the end of the tour. 12 hours being dragged around Today’s 15 Big Things, lengthy dinners, then having to gather my remaining unfried brain cells (all 2 of them) to power through 3 hours of work was… not the most productive thing I’ve ever done.
Also, I’m not really the sight seeing type. Have I mentioned that?
A bus tour seemed the best compromise for our mother-daughter holiday though. Mum likes to sight see, do things, have lots of input. I mostly like to wander around aimlessly, and do nothing in one place for a long time.
Mother and daughter are polar opposites in travel.
So this had lots of activity and input for Mum, and lots of downtime for me on a comfy tour bus (hours of driving everyday), with built in opportunities to shoot for someone fairly practiced in making pictures on public transport.
And we certainly did get to whizz by some gorgeous scenery, the kind I’ve never seen before. Got a feel for some remarkable towns and cities all through the United Kingdom and Ireland. If i had more than ten minutes to think about it, I might have told you I loved Dublin, Waterford, or York. I can definitely tell you my jaw hit the floor when we entered Edinburgh, and is probably still trying to get into the Castle. I wish London (that street photographer’s mecca) had been more than a transit point, but given both Mum and I went bankrupt after buying a coffee each, maybe it was for the best.
So, when I win the lottery, I’m redoing the entire fortnight’s itinerary in a couple of years. With time to meander, down every single little street. Stare at breathtaking views for hours on end and just take it all in.
Ah, the lotto dream.