Celebrating Little Things

Author: Hughena MacDougall (Page 9 of 11)

Giant’s Causeway

Giant’s Causeway

It is two days away from what would have been my next departure to Ireland and another trip of a lifetime.  Am I disappointed?  Of course I am, but I’m also relieved given the current situation we are in with the pandemic.  I am so very happy Brack Tours made the decision, very early on, to postpone this trip. It is now tentatively scheduled for September 2021.  In the meantime I am sitting with my “Ireland” hoodie on, with the wee tag that says “Irish Memories” and I’m revelling in the memories of the wonderful people I met and the places I visited.  Let’s go on a tour of Giant’s Causeway.  

Giant’s Causeway is located in County Antrim on the north coast of Northern Ireland.  It is near  Bushmills and not far from Portrush.  Our itinerary describes Giant’s Causeway as “a dramatic coastal landscape, steeped in local mythology, consisting of around 40,000 polygonal basalt columns jutting out into the sea, amid a spectacular coastal landscape”.  (I wonder who counted the columns.)  When I first researched this trip, this is one of the attractions that stood out for me.  I was extremely interested in visiting, although I knew little about it.  

Looking down on the polygonal columns.
Looking down on polygonal columns.

We arrived at the reception area, from where our tour would commence.  Ray was our tour guide.  A shuttle bus travelled and up and down the road continuously.  We chose to walk to down to Giant’s Causeway and Ray provided commentary as we went along.  

Ray, our tour guide, and Bob Cameron.

Of course, like most of Ireland, there are myths, legends and folklore associated with the Giant’s Causeway.  It is believed the causeway was built by a giant, Fionn MacCumhaill (Finn MacCool).  Fionn had accepted a challenge to fight a Scottish giant, Benandonner.  Fionn built the Causeway, across the North Channel, so they could meet.  One story is that Fionn defeated Benadnonner.  In another story Fionn realized his foe was much bigger than he was, so he retreats.  Fionn’s wife, Oonagh, disguises Fionn as a baby and places him in a cradle.  When Benandonner comes looking for Fionn, Oonagh tells him he is away but invites him in to wait for Fionn.  Benandonner sees the size of the baby and assumes his father must be enormous.  He immediately goes back to Scotland destroying the Causeway as he goes, so Fionn can’t go looking for him.

In 1986 The Giant’s Causeway was declared a World Heritage Site by UNESCO.  The majority of the columns are hexagonal (6 sided) however the smallest one found is 3 sided and the largest is 8 sided.  They were formed through volcanic eruption 50-60 million years ago. Lava flowed to the surface, pooling in the hollow areas and then cooling.  As the lava cooled, the resulting basalt cracked laterally, forming the columns.  The tops of the columns form stepping stones that extend from the cliff foot to the ocean floor.  The tallest column is 39’ with the solidified lava within the cliff being 92’ thick.  

World Heritage Site – UNESCO 1986

There are many rock formations within the area such as The Organ, Giant’s Boot, Chimney Stacks, Giant’s Harp and Camel’s Hump, amongst others.  

Camel’s Hump (centre left is the hump)
Humphrey was Fionn’s pet camel.

There are several hikes at the Causeway, but time did not permit our group to participate. We did have about a half hour, or so, to explore on our own after reaching the Causeway.  Although there were hundreds of people walking down the road to the Causeway, and the buses looked to be completely filled going in both directions, it did not appear, or feel busy while walking on the rocks.  I looked at the top of some of the columns and decided I would climb them.  Although it isn’t a difficult climb, you do have to be careful where you place your feet.  After a few minutes I found myself nearing the final stages to the top.  It was time for a selfie, as I wanted to have the mountains, beyond the columns, visible in the picture.  When I finally reached the top, I raised my arms and Laura celebrated at the base of the columns and took my picture.  

Walking down to the Causeway.
People going and coming and a shuttle bus heading up towards the visitor centre.
Selfie
When I reached the top Laura Ellis took a picture of me.
View from Giant’s Causeway
View from Giant’s Causeway
View from Giant’s Causeway
View from Giant’s Causeway
View from Giant’s Causeway
Look up, way up.

I noticed many coins wedged into the stone wall.  They could not be budged and many were at precarious angles.  It appeared they had been placed there years ago.  Perhaps it was a wishing wall, much like a wishing well and the coins were placed as one made a wish.  

Coins wedged in stone wall.

The scenery was spectacular.  I suppose I was not surprised as the sight of the basalt columns as it was much what I expected.  However the scenic walk down to the actual Causeway was beautiful.  A lone kayaker was paddling around the coastline in waters that were relatively calm but one can imagine the seas can change quickly.  As a kayaker I longed to be out with him/her to see the view from the water as well.  The rolling hills dropping quickly to the sea, the rugged coastline and the gorgeous blue of the ocean were such a contrast.  It was an absolutely gorgeous day weather-wise.  It was sunny and warm which just added to making this place all the more breathtaking.  The cliffs rising up so high above the columns of the Causeway provided a wonderful backdrop.  It was such an odd, eerie, yet calming feeling standing on this formation that was created millions of years ago.  

Kayaker at Giant’s Causeway

At one point, while walking on the columns, I heard a whistle blow.  I looked around but could not see what was happening.  Then the whistle continued and it was only after sounding several more times that I noticed people in orange vests located around and throughout the area.  Although everyone was exploring at their own risks, the orange vested people were keeping a watch.  In this particular instance someone was venturing too close to the edge and they were being called back.  I also noticed white tall boxes located strategically on the columns.  One side is glass and inside the box is a rescue line just in case someone slips off the rocks and lands in the water.  

Box with rescue rope/floatation.

We took the shuttle bus back to the top, which cost a pound.  

Shuttle bus loading for ride up.

One disappointing aspect to Giant’s Causeway was the admission to the gift shop/visitor centre.  I can understand charging admission to the visitor centre, which is an interactive exhibit explaining the formation of the Causeway and the folklore surrounding the Causeway, but in order to purchase a momento of your visit, you had to first pay admission to get in the gift shop, which seemed peculiar.  

The area around the visitor centre is very pretty.  The blue sky, puffy white clouds, rolling hills and green fields, much of which is farmland, with many sheep grazing, and a sandy looking beach in the distance, with gentle rolling waves, was so relaxing as we gathered and waited for our bus to arrive.  

View from visitor information centre as we waiting for our bus.
View from visitor information centre as we waiting for our bus.
View from visitor information centre as we waiting for our bus.
Some of my tour mates relaxing as we waited for the bus.

Bike Ride Observations

Linden, my bike. Named after the street I lived on, as a child, in Brookline, MA.

I’m a bicyclist.  I began riding again, about 7 years ago, after not owning a bike since high school.  I became addicted quickly.  It is one of the few things recommended for my wonky knee, because biking is non-weight bearing.  I love nothing more than riding along the Bras d’Or Lake, early in the morning, listening to the birds sing, watching the cloud formations, being attentive to wildlife and viewing the water along most of my ride.  I’ve had close encounters with rabbits and deer, from time to time.  I’ve had a tern hit me in the chest.  For the most part I’m given 3′ by drivers of motor vehicles.   The worst encounter was with a motorcyclist who crowded me until I was nearly in the ditch.

Terns

One of the best parts of riding is that I often pass by the MacDougall property, my Dad’s birthplace and where he grew up.  I always think of him when I ride by.  The present owners are the MacLachlan’s, who are beautiful people.

The home my Dad was born and brought up in. I ride by it often.

I have a Trek road bike, which I named Linden, after the street I lived on as a child, in Brookline, MA.  Last week, as I returned home from a 15km ride, and as I was coming up my driveway, my chain broke.  At first I thought it just slipped off, but when I looked it was nowhere to be seen.  It was about 6′ behind me.  Oh dear.  I booked an appointment with a bike shop to have it repaired.  I was then without my bike for almost a week.  I was lost, even though I have a recumbent bike in the basement, but it just isn’t the same.  The scenery never changes.  It’s all good now and Linden is back home, but the weather wasn’t co-operative today, so I’ve not been out on it yet.

This past week, I was reminded of this poem I wrote a few years ago.  No offence to Harley owners.  This has also happened with loud trucks as well.

Bike Ride Observations

Seagulls soar

Eagles perch

In a tree, high above.

Ducks float

On a ripple-less inland sea.

A deer hustles

Through the woods.

A gentle breeze, rustling of leaves

Songbirds sing

Melodic music to my ears.

Foxglove, Mallow

Morning Glory, Daisies

Sweet Peas, Clover

Wild Roses

Mixed sweet scents filling my nostrils.

Purple thistles

Remind me of my ancestors

A simpler way

Their home, Scotland

A land I long to see.

Peaceful, serene

Pristine, a dream

Until…..

A poisonous, obnoxious Harley

Awakens me, from an otherwise perfect ride.

View from the hill at Katherine Farm

Scotch Thistle

Wild Roses

Variegated Weigela

Lupine

Lupine

Heather

Ode to Norma

Since I posted yesterday about grieving during Covid, and my experience with my cousin Norma’s passing, I thought I’d share this poem I wrote the week before she passed away.  I woke up during the night to heavy wind and rain, and I thought about her health issues, and how it was like a storm.  And when the storm calmed and was over, her suffering would then be over too.

 

Ode to Norma

Blustery winds raged and blew

Trees did sway and bend

Rain lashed against the windows

As this day came to an end

Stormy seas tossed and turned

Waves crashed along the shore

Leaving damage on the coastline

People could repair no more

The breeze is light, the seas are calm

Your boat is safely in the bay

A knot will forever be in my heart

Until we meet again one day

Rest easy my dear cousin

Your legacy will live on

In your two most precious gifts

Your loving daughter and adoring son.

Illness, Death and Grieving During Covid-19

Norma Billard (picture curtesy of Norma’s daughter, Molly MacMillan White)

This may not be quite as light and positive as I had hoped to keep my blog posts, but it is something I’ve been pondering for the past months. This is not based on anything I’ve read or anything I’ve heard from anyone through conversation. This is strictly my observations and personal feelings. However, I do feel that many other people in similar circumstances may feel the same way.

Covid-19 has definitely thrown a wrench into so many plans, in so many ways, none more so than when a family member is terminally ill and subsequently passes away. My experience was with my first cousin, Norma. The only two people in my life, longer than Norma, are my brother and my mother. I likely met her when I was only 3-4 days old, but I don’t recall our first meeting. Through the years, Norma lived in Massachusetts, Illinois and Maine, and always summered in Dundee at her parents summer place, which became her beautiful summer home after their passing.

Norma battled illness the past few years, and although treatment curtailed the illness, the side affects were difficult, leaving her with a compromised lung condition. It had become increasingly worse in her last few months. In early March, she called and asked if I would come visit her. At that time she was in a long term care facility in Boston. I debated for a couple of days, but given the time of year, with unpredictable weather, and the fact Covid appeared to be moving in on us, I didn’t think it was a great idea to be travelling. Travel would also be complicated, with trying to cross over an international border, as it was speculated the border would be closing. And we all know that happened, and continues to remain closed, as I write this.

Norma called me daily, sometimes as many as three or four times a day. I loved being home, so I could talk to her whenever she would call. Sometimes it was a very brief conversation, depending on her breathing, and sometimes it was longer. Often times she called when she got up in the morning, to let me know she was up and on the go and doing okay. She often called just to say goodnight. We ended every conversation by saying ‘I love you’ to one another. One evening, immediately after hanging up with her, the phone rang. It was Norma calling back. I picked up and said ‘hello’. And she said ‘but I love you more’ and she promptly hung up. I love that memory.

Norma’s phone calls became less and less. She would call just once or twice a day, then once every couple of days, until it was just twice the last week before she went into hospice care. I missed her calling so often. The fewer calls now tell me she was losing her battle, but at the time I suppose I was in denial.

Norma passed away a week after entering hospice care. That was hard. We were in shutdown with Covid at that time. There was no way to cross the border to be with her husband, son and daughter. There was no way to be with family and friends here in Cape Breton, to support one another. Support was confined to phone calls and emails. It was just not the same as giving and receiving a hug, or just being in the presence of others to share stories, to laugh at memories, or to cry on one another’s shoulders.

Her presence is all around, yet she is not present. I visited her summer home for the first time, a few weeks ago. She was everywhere, but nowhere. Everything was her. The large dining room table, that she loved to have surrounded by friends and family, serving them luscious food, especially at Thanksgiving, was her. The decor was all her. The upholstery, chosen for the couches and chairs, had her name all over them. Then, I saw a Volvo drive by the other day. It was the same soft brown colour she owned at one time, and I instantly thought ‘oh there’s Norma’. At a restaurant in Halifax last week, I noticed a picture of a fox hunt hanging on the wall. Again, I found myself being reminded of her.

My mind wonders if there had been a service, would I respond and feel differently? Maybe. Maybe not. These feelings would still occur, I expect. In some ways they make me happy and I feel she just hasn’t arrived to her summer home yet. Perhaps I should embrace these occurrences, but at times they catch me off guard and leave me feeling sad.

Covid does not allow for a service of remembrance, or celebration of life, to be held either here, or in the US. I feel like the grieving process is on hold ,or suspended, until restrictions are lifted enough to have a ceremony. Although some families have chosen to have small family only funerals, online ceremonies, or just graveside services, which may work for them, it really isn’t an option for Norma’s family. She had so many friends and family, in both the US and Canada, and until the border opens, and gatherings can be held in Maine and Cape Breton to give her a proper send off, the grieving will continue or perhaps will continue to be on hold. But believe me, when there can be a celebration, it is going to be that much more meaningful, because of the delay.

Yes, Covid has caused so many issues. Family and friends have been unable to be with loved ones during their most vulnerable times. We have been unable to provide support with our presence, but support only from afar. And we have unable to attend a proper ceremony, to bid adieu to our kin. It truly is a strange world we live in today.

Also, by no means am I’m implying a service needs to be held, just to be held to find closure. I truly feel a service should be held only when the pandemic will make it safe for all to attend, either in the US, in Canada, or both. And the service will be what the family wants to have, to celebrate and honour Norma’s life.

Lough Eske Castle, Donegal, Ireland – May 2019

Lough Eske Welcome Sign

In May 2019, I travelled to Ireland with Brack Tours and musical hosts Evans and Doherty.  Our accommodations were all 4 or 5 star and all exceeded expectations, none more so than Lough Eske Castle in Donegal.  I had never thought I’d stay in a castle, but I was excited to see a castle as one of our accommodations when the itinerary arrived.  Our bus driver, Dennis, was prepping us, for our arrival at Lough Eske, for a couple of days prior to our stay.  I can’t speak for others, but I was eagerly anticipating this location.  I caught a slight glimpse of the castle, on the narrow road, leading to the VERY narrow laneway to the property.  It looked very impressive.

Entering laneway leading to Lough Eske Castle

As mentioned, the lane was narrow, with tall trees hanging over on both sides, which made it almost seem like a tunnel, and rhododendrons in bloom everywhere amongst the trees.  As we exited the lane, and approached the circular driveway in front of the castle, there as a collective gasp from our group, as we then had our first full view of the castle and the grounds.  It was nothing short of spectacular.  As we pulled up to the front entrance, three men in black suits came out to welcome us.  One gentleman boarded the bus, welcomed us and gave a brief overview of the features of the property; wellness centre, pool, spa, gardens, walking trails, etc.  He emphasized that we were free to roam and take full advantage of all Lough Eske has to offer.

Lough Eske Castle

We slowly made our way off the bus, in complete awe of this place.  I was stunned thinking I was actually staying in such a majestic place.  What did I do to deserve something so luxurious?  Laura Ellis (my roommate) and I made our way slowly up the red carpeted stairs leading to the foyer.  How nice they rolled out the red carpet!  At the top of the stairs were two large decanters of beverages.  One was just water and the other was infused with fresh fruit.  There were also very large bouquets of flowers throughout the foyer and hallways.  We picked up our room cards, took the elevator up to the second floor and when we opened the door we could not believe our eyes.  This was by far the most amazing accommodation I had ever stayed in and I hadn’t even seen much of it yet.  There were two queen size beds with canopy’s over each.  (I remember looking at the Sears catalogue as a kid and dreaming about having a canopy bed someday.  I waited a long time to sleep in one.  It was worth the wait.) There were two large armoires, an elegant desk and plenty of space for a few square sets.  A hallway with large closets on either side led to the bathroom.  In the closets were thick, soft, plush housecoats and slippers, as well as extra blankets and pillows, with plenty of room to hang up way more clothes than I had with me.

Gorgeous bouquets were everywhere inside.

Gorgeous bouquets were everywhere inside.

Queen beds with canopies.

The bathroom was nearly as big as the bedroom.  There was a very long counter with two sinks and heated towel racks which held several large, thick towels.  There as a sliver tray between the sinks which held soaps, shampoos and body lotion and plenty of each.  The toilet was located off the main part of the bathroom behind a frosted glass door.  A second frosted glass door led to a walk-in shower.  There were both wall shower heads and an overhead shower head.  Dials on the wall controlled temperature and the various shower heads.  The first time I took a shower I could not for the life of me figure out how to get the overhead shower to work.  I finally gave up and turned the wall sprayers off, but must have turned the knob too far when suddenly the overhead sprayer was dispensing water.  I decided to have another shower using the overhead unit.  Needless to say, I loved this shower.  In the main part of the bathroom was an oversized deep tub.  The ceramic floor was heated.  There could easily be another square set in the bathroom.  I’m thinking the fiddler and accompanist would be in the hallway between the bedroom and bathroom.  I’m serious.  This place was HUGE.

Double sink, gorgeous granite counter, heated towels and sliver tray with shampoos, soaps, lotions and conditioners.

Throne room

Shower

As much as I could have stayed in and enjoyed the bedroom, I was eager to get out and explore the grounds.  Upon exiting the front door, I noticed to the immediate left a bronze sculpture of a reclining lion.  There are many bronze sculptures by Lloyd LeBlanc located in various locations around the complex.  A fire breathing dragon is one of the first sculptures you see as you enter the main area from the laneway.  In the centre of the circular driveway at the front entrance is a sculpture of seven salmon jumping out of a water fountain.  Other sculptures were an eagle with a fish in its mouth, three young children playing on a stone bench, three geese flying out of a marsh, and my favourited was a lady curled up in a wicker chair reading a book.

Children playing on marble bench

Geese flying out of a marsh

Lion by the front entrance.

Salmon jumping out of water.

Lady in wicker chair reading a book

As I moved further away from the main building to try to get a picture of the entirety of it, I found myself near a helipad.  (I’ll keep that in mind for my next visit.)  The vast manicured lush green grass was immaculate.  I strolled around to the other accommodations, wellness centre, pool/spa, and found endless gardens everywhere.  Rhododendrons, which appeared to be at their prime all over Ireland, were scattered throughout the property.  There were several colours of pinks and purples and many white as well.  Many of the well kept gardens are contained within a 2′ hedge.  There were purple and yellow iris’s, white calla lilies, many colours of roses, yellow, red, pink and purple lupins, purple and white columbine, various weigela, grasses, poppies, hosta’s and many flowers I could not identify.  There were also several palm trees throughout the gardens.

Helipad

Lush grounds everywhere.

Someone in our group had the room in the turret. Lucky Kevin.

Lupine

Lupine

Palm Trees

Calla Lily

Rose

Iris

Rhododendron

Azalea

 

 

I arrived back to my room with time to unwind and relax, before our group dinner.  This meal was very good.  I had the Carrot and Parsnip Soup, Chargrilled Sirloin Steak and Chocolate Gateau.

Group meal choices.

I could smell the unique scent of peat and upon searching for the source, I found a fireplace burning turf in one of the sitting rooms.

Peat burning fireplace.

After returning to Lough Eske, from our daily excursions the following day, I decided to head out again and explore more of the property.  I noticed a path off the main laneway and decided to see where it led.  I found a stone wall, which is the remains of one of the original dwellings.

Remains of original dwelling

I continued along the path and soon came to a boardwalk.  It led through the woods and on either side were rhododendrons growing wild and in full bloom.  I love rhododendrons and I was totally in my glory walking through such a gorgeous place.  It was so peaceful.

Path

Boardwalk

Boardwalk

Rhododendrons

The boardwalk ended, but a footpath continued, and so did I.  I walked by an inlet and across the water were lush green trees and mountains in the distance.  The sky was so very blue with big white puffy clouds.  There were lily pads and water lilies in the water.  Some of the trees along the path looked eerie.  They were so tall with gnarly limbs going up and down and in all directions and curving around.

Inlet

Inlet

Inlet

Lily Pads

Gnarly tree

Tall tree

I finally came to the end of the path, which was at the tip of a peninsula, and I found the most gorgeous view of Lough Eske, the actual lake.  WOW.  No words to describe, emerging from this path, to find this view.  All I could do was stand in amazement.  There was an island in the middle of the lake, that looked like a grove of trees rising right out of the water.  On the other side of the lake was a scattering of homes and farms.  Beyond the homes and farmland were rolling mountains with turbines erected on top of the mountain.

Turbines

Island with trees that look like they are rising out of the water.

I walked partway back on the same path, but then chose to walk the paved laneway the rest of the way.  I could see what looked like a grave marker off to my left, a short distance off the road.  I wandered off to see who’s resting place might be there.  I found a wrought iron fenced enclosure, which contained a large Celtic cross, marking the grave of Henry George White.

Henry George White’s epitaph.

Wrought iron fence surrounding the grave of Henry George White

Grave marker of Henry George White

All breakfasts at our hotels were wonderful but there was a something special about Lough Eske.  We were greeted by Chef Bill, who was flipping pancakes on a griddle with one hand, while making made to order omelettes on another grill, with the other hand.    He was an interesting character.  He told me he was a ship’s captain for many years and then realized he no longer wanted to be on the high seas, so he became a chef quite late in life.  And he loves his job.  After getting my pancakes and omelet I proceeded to the chafing dishes where I found roasted potatoes, white and blood pudding, tomatoes, mushrooms, breakfast sausages, scrambled eggs, bacon and that’s when I quit lifting the covers off the dishes. There were several more as well.  When I went to get a glass of orange juice, I found the cold selections; yogurt, mountains of fresh fruit of all kinds, muffins, breads, sweet breads, cinnamon rolls, scones, croissants, dry cereals and oatmeal.  This was by far the largest, most amazing and tastiest breakfast ever. Unfortunately I didn’t get any pictures of breakfast.  I’ll have to remember that the next time I visit.

We boarded the bus after two marvellous nights at Lough Eske Castle. I don’t believe any of us wanted to leave.  The staff came out and waved to as we pulled away.  I hope I can someday get back there to visit again, even if I don’t stay the night.  I’d really like to experience their breakfast again.

A brief history of Lough Eske Castle:

Lough Eske is most closely associated with the O’Donnell family.  The new castle was built in 1861, in the Elizabethan style.  An impressive part of the castle is the tower, which held the flagstaff, where the families flag would have flown.  It would be visible from miles around.  Today the trip-coloured green, white and orange flag of the Republic of Ireland flies high.

Some of the families which owned the castle and/or the grounds were O’Donnell’s, Brooke’s and White’s.  General George White purchased the estate from Col. De Vere Brooke in 1894.  The next owners were the Knee family, which operated the castle as a hotel from 1930-1939.  The castle was severely damaged by fire in 1939.  The Knee family then sold the estate to Scott Swan.   He in turn sold it to an American, Bernard Etzin.  In the 1980’s, the estate was acquired by a commercial forestry group.  They had no interest in the actual castle, so it fell into total dereliction.  By the time the present owner, Pat Doherty, purchased it in 2005, only the outer walls remained.  Trees had grown up through the inside of the castle.  After 2 years and at an extravagant cost, Solis Lough Eske Castle was completed.  The interior is early 20th century Edwardian style.  It is a 43 acre property, with a  luxurious 5 star hotel, including a spa, banquet and conference facilities, elegant accommodations and gorgeous gardens and grounds.

Our amazing group in front of Lough Eske Castle.

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