"Williams Adventures" by Ginny Foard
– The siren song of the unknown called.
“On the seventh of March 1833 I left my native town with a heart rejoicing.”
Growing up in the South means hearing and sharing stories. Ginny Foard learned a lot that way and keeps on trying to find out more about it all. The air is thick with good stories. She lives in a little post office box on Sullivans Island, South Carolina.
Author’s Talk
I discovered that two and a half hours of sitting on a clifftop in the cold rain can be fantastic fun if you are watching puffins. On another day, I learned that even when large “Castle Closed” signs deflect tourists from a parking lot, you can stand on the loch’s bank, hear the bagpiper playing The Skye Boat Song and watch a wedding procession follow the piper over the stone footbridge to the island’s castle at sunset.
A wee bit of water in the way allowed me to ride on the world’s last operating turn-table ferry to cross to the Isle of Skye.
And after an extra black sock surfaced in my bag of clean laundry, the next morning I held the sock up as I entered the Mandarin Laundry. Shop owner Ian shouted, “I know whose sock that is!” Unexpected fun and wonder are everywhere … including Scotland.
Self-portrait and Puffins by Ginny Foard
