Tuesday, September 03, 2013

In Exile

Tomorrow, I will be driving for five hours until I reach a small harbour, where I hope that a boat will be waiting for me. If the sea isn't too rough, I will be following in Bilbo and Frodo Baggins' footsteps and sailing west to a land beyond the sea, or at least beyond a mobile phone signal; a place that the ancient Celts regarded as one of the isles of the dead.

Unlike the Bagginses, I have bought a return ticket.

8 comments:

Debra said...

I think I understand you.
If you close your eyes, and listen hard, maybe you will manage to hear the Elves' voices.
They really haven't left..
They are just waiting for us to turn our hearing aids.. off ? up ?
Strike the vocabulary "hearing aids" as being incompatible with your... quest..
Godspeed.

Rog said...

The isle of the living dead. The Isle of Wight then?

Canadian Chickadee said...

Bon voyage! We look forward to hearing from you on your return. xoxox

Steerforth said...

Debra - If I hear the voices of any elves, I'll make sure I see my doctor when I return.

Rog - The Isle of Sheppey holds that accolade, I think. If you haven't been there, don't bother.

Carol - Thank you. I hope I'll have some interesting photos to share. It looks a very odd place.

Roget said...

It's Craggy Island. Careful now!

Steerforth said...

Roget - I hope I'll arrive in time for the Lovely Girls competition, but failing that, the spinning cat will suffice.

Rechelle said...

safe travels-

Daleaway said...

Bon voyage and happy holiday, if it is that.