Saturday 27th May
The Ferry to Lundy
After meeting and greeting each other at breakfast we head for the docks, well, quay side wall. This means some faffing. Luggage has to be brought down to the docks, and cars returned to the hotel "car park" road. (Nina gets a ticket!)
Our tenth member, Matthew, can't make it: his father passed away on the previous Thursday. Bernie and I compare notes on this. Nothing like a sobering chat to start the holiday!
We slip the quay at 10:30. "... going will be Moderate to Rough" the First Officer firmly announces.
White sick bags are issued. We all feel green. My trick of going topside and
fixing on to the horizon works.
The Isle of Lundy is an unusual brick shaped island surrounded by cliffs on all sides. The only landing place for boats is a man-made harbour: a large section of cliff blasted away on the island's southern tip.
The Cliff Walk
There are no roads on Lundy, only rough tracks. No royalties to Mr Macadam here! The accommodation clusters on top of the island, a 1/4 mile walk up 140 metre cliff to get there. (Notice how I'm not quite metric!) A Landrover takes the sick and infirm to the top. (My dig at poor Laura - she suffers from back pain - so she's happy to take that lift up.)
Our home for the week is a prefabricated builder's hut named "The Quarters". This is warm and comfortable with six single and two double bedrooms. The kitchen and lounge are large. In fact the kitchen is OTT - fitted out for feeding workers in the 1970's refurbishing the original stone buildings.
The major criticism with the Quarters is elephant footed kids and suspended wooden floors don't go! Really noisy!
The location is ideal: we're near the shop and the pub!
We're here - We can now relax!
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