Chicken for One

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  1. White Forest says:

    cool pics!

  2. jen says:

    i just love coming over here. your adventures. you. the soul shining through.

    and fecknob? love it.

  3. AmyTree says:

    I love the getting-to-know-you-in-retrospect!! Such a saga (and what lovely photos!). x

  4. Glamourpuss says:

    ‘Fecknob’ – great word.

    Your observations cut to the heart of the matter – travelling alone is a gift – it forces you to be brave, and while I have encountered pity from some (the waitress in a Haworth resaurant as I ate dinner alone one Saturday night, on the whole, people are warm and welcoming and you get to see and do stuff you’d never experience in a group.

    When I am scared and times are tough, I remind myself that I travelled from one end of Japan to the other, entirely alone, and without a word of Japanese. I lost a lot of weight on that trip.


  5. yinyang says:

    I’ve only been able to eat lunch alone a couple of times. It’s a small thing, but it’s hard to do. And hitchhiking too – you’re brave.

  6. velvet says:

    One is the perfect number sometimes and it sounds like a marvelous trip. Yet another great story!

    Oh, and he was a spineless turd for not being a man sooner. Coward! Sorry about your heartache, though.

  7. My Reflecting Pool says:

    boing-a-sproings. heheee. Great descriptions, great story. Wonderful bravery. You weave a wonderful tale.

  8. lime says:

    i am so loving this travelogue and the lessons it imparts. i haven’t tralled alone as extensivley as youhave but what little i have done yes, there is a freedome that occurs, and i rather like it. i’ve avoided certain adventures since being married because the mister is not so interested….but the wanderlust still pulls. maybe it’s time to plan a few solo forays….thank you.

  9. Jazz says:

    More. More. More!!!!!

  10. Balou says:

    What a great trip and what a great lesson. I’ve often been afraid to do things alone but your experience makes me want to try it out.

  11. furiousBall says:

    I wish I had a David Lee Roth quote to clarify all this, but alas, Diamond Dave is even at a loss for words. What?

  12. Lone Grey Squirrel says:

    Sounds like a wonderful experience. Those must be really cherished memories. Thanks for sharing.

  13. Logophile says:

    What an amazing way and place to discover more about who you are. I am loving this retrospective.
    And also,
    Fecknob indeed, I LOVE that

  14. mcewen says:

    We’re back after 20 days in England in the )(**& rain, kissing the sun bleached sands of California, but you post makes me feel homesick all over again.
    Best wishes

  15. frannie says:

    fecknob, indeed!!

    you are so brave to go it alone! much braver than I!

  16. Jill says:

    I’ve never had the nerve to brave a restaurant alone with the protection of a book. Maybe I’ll try it sometime.

  17. Voyager says:

    One can be a wonderful number for travelling. I have never been to the land of leprecauns, but your photos make me want to go. I did once travel alone for a month to New Zealand and Australia nursing a recently broken heart, and met so many people I wouldn’t have if I had travel mates. Including one lovely British Army officer on a skiing vacation. Wink.

  18. Wizened Wizard says:

    What a great memory! It may be that the times we hold dearest are those we spend “alone”, a state we too seldom experience. Your week in Donegal sounds wonderful. Suddenly I want to travel – – all by myself.

  19. Diesel says:

    fecknob, eh? Filing that one away.

  20. Claire says:

    I love that word -fecknob-!
    You are far braver than I. You need to write a book for cryin’out loud!
    btw – I would so love to visit Ireland. I’m jealous! Love the pics.

  21. Vest says:

    You are so lucky to be a tourist visiting these places of serenity and beauty.
    I have visited Nth Ireland and the Isle of man way back a fair bit. Ill send an excerpt from my memoirs which relates to the I O Man in a seperate comment as there is no email arrangemet,you may choose to delete it or otherwise.

  22. Vest says:

    Christmas. I went to the Isle of Man where I visited people who had befriended me during my training. While on this visit, I met my first wife.
    It had been eleven months since I had received any form of affection from a woman. Well-meaning friends had introducedme to Peggy Wallace, a young woman who was eighteen days my senior. She was about five feet six inches tall, with a slim build, brown hair, and hazel eyes. She shied away from heavy petting. It was she, however, who wanted wedding bells. They rang in September 1947.
    My best man was Mr John Christian, an old friend who claimed to be related to Fletcher Christian of HMS Bounty, ‘The mutiny and all that.’ Peggy, I soon discovered, was as nervous as a nun and as frigid as a cold kipper. Although I thought it prudent not to enquire about the previous loss of her maidenhead, I was at a loss as to why it required such an enormous amount of coaxing for her to perform even the most basic marital exercise. This sort of situation gives credence to the theory ‘Try before you buy’. However, this unloving relationship remained the same to the end of the marriage.
    I had returned from duty in the Mediterranean when Peggy told me that it was all over; she had found another love. This came as a shock to me. I wrote several times to try to resolve the problem. She replied only once to my letters and returned all of them (the proverbial Dear John.) After a while, I wrote my last letter, indicating to her that I had accepted the inevitable and that divorce proceedings could now commence. It was all over three years later. The least said about this matter the better; it was a complete disaster. Thanks to generous funding by my saintly stepfather, I was able to retain an expensive legal firm, at Wine Office Court, LONDON, EC4 to disentangle myself from this unfortunate liaison.
    Information I received from my legal advisor came as a surprise. How it was uncovered remains a mystery. I was told that it was discovered that Peggy had inherited property on her marriage to me under provisions made in a will by a benefactor. The total amount of time consummating the marriage; in all about ten weeks, and I having contributed next to nothing, left this nice lady the opportunity to unload me as unwanted baggage. Was I set up? Who knows!
    Peggy remains the only former love for whom I have little regard. Whoever she shot through with probably saved me from a fate worse than death. I often wondered who her new love was. Maybe it was a very large frozen Codfish.

  23. Jeannie says:

    I bow to your courage to travel alone. Eating alone is very hard.
    I don’t understand how you only meet locals alone though. My husband and I always meet tons of people everywhere regardless of whether we are in a group or just us. I have been to N. Ireland a couple times and once the locals heard my accent, they were very friendly and chatty.
    My husband is always after me to join him when he goes home. If we can plan a tour around the south as well, and maybe a jaunt over to Europe, I might consider it.

  24. Mother of Invention says:

    A perfect picture to end a great post, Jocelyn!
    I applaud you on your comfort level of being alone. I never did that and even now would find it more difficult than when I was young.

  25. Dorky Dad says:

    Fecknob is now in my vocabulary.

    I adored Ireland when I was there, especially the music. My personal fantasy has me living out my years in county Kerry learning to play folk music.

  26. Diana says:

    Someday, someday. I have dreams of a lovely pub-to-pub walking tour. (Hopefully hand in hand with my groom, rather than on my own, though.)

  27. Shari says:

    I am so jealous. Ireland is one of the places I want to visit. Maybe some day…

    Thanks for sharing your pictures of beauiful Ireland.

  28. CS says:

    WHat an adventure. I did not travel alone until I went to Australia this winter. Turns out, I like travelling alone. It’s very freeng.

  29. urban-urchin says:

    I LOVE Donegal. I was there for a week shooting a music video around the same time they were shooting Braveheart nearby- so finding crew was a bitch. But we stayed at the Red Castle- a beautiful hotel cum castle and watched many a wedding party foray in and out (in fact up late one evening waiting to meet the star stylist we flew in for the job, i watched one incredibly drunk just married couple as the groom fell ass over tea kettle down the stairs and his lovely bride pulled a Linda Blair into the nearby umbrella holder). The locals were lovely and trusting and the landscape is some of the most beautiful i’ve ever seen. sigh- thanks for the memories…

  30. Princess Pointful says:

    Travelling by oneself is the best way to really get to know yourself… there’s something so comforting when you like what you find.

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