Day 1 I awake to a calm sunny morning on the North Atlantic on our first day since throwing off the ropes in St John’s, Newfoundland – with breakfast brought to the bed by the happy-go-lucky South African butler, Bronwin. Yes, he pours the tea too. If it were a grey day, I would stay …
am, in an orange scarf under her black windcheater, is the closest thing to look like a puffin on our Puffin Island adventure today. The inviting prose to “enjoy the dramatic coastline while photographing tens of thousands of puffins” didn’t exactly materialise – we spotted four in the water when they were not diving under. …
Halifax, Nova Scotia, CANADA – First Port of Call ave I got a lobster place for you?” says Emerson, our driver, as we pile in and leave the port of Halifax to head along the south shore. We skip Peggy’s Cove (where the ‘tourists’ from the ship are heading in buses), and drive to Unesco …
he ship’s foghorn moans over and over, and I wake, wondering. We are headed for Halifax, Nova Scotia. In the pre-dawn hour, the Silver Whisper is cutting through the swell at knots, despite the thick fogbank and darkness. We are not far from the area where the Titanic met the iceberg 101 years ago. Inquisitively, …
ears ago, like so many tourists, I did the Circle Island tour of Manhattan. Today, on a gloriously sunny Spring afternoon, I’m sailing down the Hudson on the Silver Whisper on a 12-day trans-Atlantic voyage (my first), bound for Canada, Ireland and the UK. The engines are purring with a gentle vibration beneath my feet …