We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Besides opera tix, the other Christmas present I received (besides stinky cheeses) was an island-hopping rugged hiking trip in the Outer Hebrides. Well, Mrs. BD likes remote rugged places as readers know - as long as there are cozy B&Bs at night.
I checked the weather for our trip: 40s (F) at night, high 50s (F) daytime. Some precipitation 21 out of 30 days/month in summer (more in winter). North Atlantic weather. I've done a few ship crossings in the north Atlantic and know what it's like: cool mist and drizzle, no need for sunscreen.
Gwynnie lent me his waterproof Olympus.
My Mom and Dad were partial to trips to northern climes. Dad wrote the poem below to document the habit (with a photo of the poet at the farm).
Never to warm places do we go, where a hot sun shines and soft winds blow among the palms, oh no, oh no.
Not to islands where bathers lie on shining sands under a sparkling sky like crocodiles or seals, oh no.
But to Faroes, Shetlands, Westmann, Iceland Volcanic and glacial each basalt island where you talk to the natives until you are hoarse but with no luck at all unless you speak in Old Norse.
The islands are deep in their wildflowers and the summer sun's up for nineteen hours and it was last sighted back in early May on the very last non-rainy day.
When the rain stops, cold fog settles down and water pipes through the lava warm the town for on volcanic islands, where lava's the main crop though it's hot on the bottom, it's cold on the top,
Where the gourmet folks munch on puffins for lunch and swing down on ropes to gather a bunch (but really on the most overcast day you're never too far from some cold Chardonnay.)
There's medieval ruins and stone age remains and a cold salty wind that fully explains why the trees grow two feet, and not any higher in the ancient runic northern empire.
Well, our boat is rolling from starboard to lee, and ice cubes are forming in the Norwegian sea, and you wonder why anyone lives in this fine land but remember they left here to look for a Vineland.
Now you have heard it all, and you're eager to go. I expect you're only waiting to know what clothes you should pack, in your touristy fervor: You'll need foul-weather gear and a life-preserver.
Whenever we travel to places where rain is a daily occurrence we always take water/weatherproof clothing. On vacation you cannot just sit in the hotel or B&B and wait for nice weather. On one trip to Ireland my advanced preparations were not enough to thwart the sideways rain of the week so I bought an Irish full length raincoat. After that I was dry the rest of the trip. I have only used it once or twice back in the states, but it really does the job, shoulder cape and all.