The road to Scotland: Inner Farnes for the Inner soul
We left The Marriott full of expectation and a full English. Our destination was the Inner Farne islands and all the seabird delight they hold. On the drive to Seahouses, I remembered back to the last time I tried to visit the Farnes and was thwarted by bad weather. Please God, not again. The weather was sunny but with a 'fresh' north-easterly breeze. I mean, what is a fresh breeze? Is it light, moderate or strong? On our arrival at Seahouses, we were immediately told by the National Trust rep that our landing fee might well be returned to us as the stiff breeze (damn, hadn’t thought of a stiff breeze) had induced a choppy sea and there had to be a caveat in case the boats couldn’t land at the jetty on the main island on the Inner Farnes. Please don’t do this to me God, I thought. As we waited for the boat, we picked up a swallow, Eider and turnstone around the harbour and a couple of common scoter playing hide and seek behind the rolling waves. Eider Eventually we boarded wha...