Post by Creative on Oct 5, 2006 16:52:19 GMT -5
Our Parents had bought a house, Pow on Rousay, Orkney Isles.
We set off in the caravanet.
Along the way, we stopped at cafes and shops, and we also stopped to have a look around the snow-capped forest.
We stopped for the night at a camp site.
Finally, we arrived in Scotland.
We got the ferry tickets, and, the following morning, we set off on the P&O ferry to the mainland. After having a look around the shopping centre, Kirkwall, we set off again - we had another ferry to catch!
We missed the last one, as there wasn't room for the caravanet, and people who booked were given priority.
So we realised we'd have to stay the night here in the caravanet!
Suddenly, the caravanet rolled forward and nearly went into the sea!
Me and my brother Glenn wouldn't get back in until it was moved well away from the sea!
Finally, morning came. and we boarded the small Eynhallow ferry to Rousay.
Alison (who we'd bought the house from) led us to the house, us following in the caravanet.
When we got there, she left us to it, and we had a look around the garden.
We could see the sea from the top of our garden path. There were three stables, but only one with a decent door on it! There was an old brick building, with no roof on it - it had worn away or something.
There was also a cow byre.
It looked like a nice place to live.
When Winter came though, the rain came in through a leek in the roof, and there was once winds of around 70 miles per hour I think it was. We went out, and saw our Dad's car at the bottom of the path (a long downhill path)- it had been at the top before! The cat was even lifted a few feet off the ground at one point!
On Christmas Day, it was snowing heavily, and the cables in the next field fewll down! So we had no electricity, but we (except from our Parents!) didn't mind! My sister, Gail, had tied some string onto the bottom of an old plastic rocking horse, and we were sledging all day (Although we had to jump off before the sledge hit the barbed wire at the bottom of the hill)!
By the time they came and fixed it, we couldn't care less about Christmas TV!
After Christmas, when the shop was open, the ground was still thick with snow, and we couldn't get the caravanet out. And we needed to get some shopping, so what choice did we have, but to use the "sledge!". We dragged it to the shop, and then put the shopping on it to carry it home.
Soon it was time to go back to school. I was the only one from my family who went to the high school at the time, Kirkwall Grammar, as you stayed in junior school until you were 12 there.
In the mornings, I always nearly missed the (only!) bus! So I came up with a plan - I used an old scooter (my younger brothers, not one of these electric ones though), and could often be seen scooting down the path! Of course, the other pupils in the bus thought it was hilarious!
After the bus dropped us off at the pier, we would catch the small ferry, the Eynhallow.
And then we'd have to get a coach from the mainland!
On Rousay, we were only five minutes walk from the beach, and could see it from our house. We'd often go down to watch the seals swimming.
Some times, we'd see the seals resting on the beach and could go quite close to them.
More soon!.
We set off in the caravanet.
Along the way, we stopped at cafes and shops, and we also stopped to have a look around the snow-capped forest.
We stopped for the night at a camp site.
Finally, we arrived in Scotland.
We got the ferry tickets, and, the following morning, we set off on the P&O ferry to the mainland. After having a look around the shopping centre, Kirkwall, we set off again - we had another ferry to catch!
We missed the last one, as there wasn't room for the caravanet, and people who booked were given priority.
So we realised we'd have to stay the night here in the caravanet!
Suddenly, the caravanet rolled forward and nearly went into the sea!
Me and my brother Glenn wouldn't get back in until it was moved well away from the sea!
Finally, morning came. and we boarded the small Eynhallow ferry to Rousay.
Alison (who we'd bought the house from) led us to the house, us following in the caravanet.
When we got there, she left us to it, and we had a look around the garden.
We could see the sea from the top of our garden path. There were three stables, but only one with a decent door on it! There was an old brick building, with no roof on it - it had worn away or something.
There was also a cow byre.
It looked like a nice place to live.
When Winter came though, the rain came in through a leek in the roof, and there was once winds of around 70 miles per hour I think it was. We went out, and saw our Dad's car at the bottom of the path (a long downhill path)- it had been at the top before! The cat was even lifted a few feet off the ground at one point!
On Christmas Day, it was snowing heavily, and the cables in the next field fewll down! So we had no electricity, but we (except from our Parents!) didn't mind! My sister, Gail, had tied some string onto the bottom of an old plastic rocking horse, and we were sledging all day (Although we had to jump off before the sledge hit the barbed wire at the bottom of the hill)!
By the time they came and fixed it, we couldn't care less about Christmas TV!
After Christmas, when the shop was open, the ground was still thick with snow, and we couldn't get the caravanet out. And we needed to get some shopping, so what choice did we have, but to use the "sledge!". We dragged it to the shop, and then put the shopping on it to carry it home.
Soon it was time to go back to school. I was the only one from my family who went to the high school at the time, Kirkwall Grammar, as you stayed in junior school until you were 12 there.
In the mornings, I always nearly missed the (only!) bus! So I came up with a plan - I used an old scooter (my younger brothers, not one of these electric ones though), and could often be seen scooting down the path! Of course, the other pupils in the bus thought it was hilarious!
After the bus dropped us off at the pier, we would catch the small ferry, the Eynhallow.
And then we'd have to get a coach from the mainland!
On Rousay, we were only five minutes walk from the beach, and could see it from our house. We'd often go down to watch the seals swimming.
Some times, we'd see the seals resting on the beach and could go quite close to them.
More soon!.
