Last days

We turned in the trusty Citroen Cactus in the morning of our last day in Wick. I was finally getting the hang of it, but I was glad to not have to think so hard while driving.

We headed our separate ways for the morning: me to the library and Brad to the distillery. Our plan was to meet at noon for lunch at Wicker’s World again.

The library is in the same place as the archive center that we visited a few days ago. It is the old Carnegie Library. They are currently in the process of building a new library over by the new high school. It sounds like part of a community center, as it will also include a swimming pool. The schematic drawings were out for viewing and we both took a peek.

I spent a couple of hours looking through newspapers from the area from the late 1800’s. They are on microfilm. The top stories of the day revolved around things like whether it made sense to have a train running from Wick to Lybster, and what to do about the Roman Catholic “problem”. There was also a terrible snow storm that apparently shut down everything for a long time, delaying the mail and the news.  

I set out to find my great great great grandmother’s death notice (Sarah Sinclair) … It took me an hour, but I found it … “Dearly beloved and deeply regretted”.
Brad came to get me for lunch, and we had a very nice chat with the librarian on duty. She was fascinated at the idea of fundraising by selling library shelves.  They were celebrating national poetry day (October 6) with several postcards. Here is a sample:

After another lunch at Wicker’s World, we headed over to the Wick Heritage Center, where Gail volunteers on Monday afternoons. It is sometimes referred to as a “tardis” because it is much larger and more complex on the inside than it appears on the outside.  It is made up of three different houses that are now a warren full of memories.

It holds a wide variety of the history of the town, including the full studio of a photographer and his descendants who worked for about 130 years, taking more than 100,000 photos. They also have a terraced garden behind the museum that provides a bird’s eye view over the Wick harbor.

We had a nice chat with Gail and another volunteer at the museum, Sue.  She wanted to know our thoughts about the election.  That took a while.

At that point we were pooped, so we headed back to the apartment to pack up and start thinking about going home to Eugene.

So we woke up o’dark o’clock on Tuesday in order to walk to the train station for the 6:18 to Inverness.  The weather was fine and there were plenty of street lights, so we had a good walk over.  It was early though!

The train left on time and there wasn’t much to see at first, since it was still dark.  The sunrise was beautiful, though.   We saw a lot of critters on the way, including row and red deer, a seal, pheasants, grouse, the ubiquitous sheep and cows, etc.

There was something wrong with the train … Not sure what.  They decided that in order to make sure that folks didn’t miss their train connections in Inverness, we all had to get off the train and pile into a crowded bus.  That got us to Inverness in time to make the Edinburgh connection, which was great.  The train to Edinburgh was also late, but we didn’t really care since we were just heading over to the airport Hilton for the night.

We got to Waverley in Edinburgh and then headed onto the Airlink bus.  It dropped us off right across the street from the hotel, but it was quite treacherous crossing over.  We got checked in and then headed down to the bar for a drink and a bite to eat.  One more call to home to see how Mom is doing with the zoo, and now it is just about time to crash.

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