St Mary the the Blessed Virgin Parish Magazine September 2026
After the picnic lunch Sheila and I separated from the main group who were being led by Mrs T for a long walk around various lakes, (my legs were not up to the walking) and found our way along a flat path to a welcoming café, welcoming because it had started to rain and we had no waterproofs. This was our cue to partake in a nice refreshments of very tasty cake and equally nice tea and coffee.
While we waited for the main group to assemble to get the coach, we were surprised to see a squirrel, but with a difference, it was not Red neither was it Grey but rather it was Black. All too soon it was back on the coach and guess what some more never ending chatter. While thinking about what to write and looking at some notes made at the time I found this little gem of as note tucked away in our guide for the lakes “Just hate being talked to continually". Sums up ours and others feelings on that trip nicely. Another day dawned and we breakfasted late as we had nothing organised or planned for the day. It was a warm day that could only mean one thing a swim in the sea, even though there was a shower or two. Later we had a stroll along part of the Franz Joseph 1 promenade, looking down at the crystal clear water and counting the cormorants, with wings widespread, drying themselves on the rocks about 20 metres from the promenade. The promenade itself is some 12 kilometres long connecting various villages along the coast, passing through the main town of the area Opatija. Following the disasters of the previous day, when all food outlets were closed, we were pleased when one of our group directed us to small bar/restaurant conveniently situated next to the local supermarket we used, informing us it was relatively cheap and gave large servings. The food was very basic ranging from locally caught fish to the biggest burgers I have ever seen. That was my challenge for the day and I am sorry to say the burger won but the local beer proved to be good consolation. After a short sleep by a small pier, we decided to venture into the old part of Lovran again specifically to visit the local museum, situated in the historic Lovran Town Tower. The museum centres itself on the boatbuilding history of the area with the main exhibit being the story of local Lovran men who were involved in an expedition to the North Pole in 1872. The main thrust of this expedition was to find the elusive Northeast passage. Their ship became trapped on pack ice for two years, during which time they drifted into an unknown Arctic archipelago that they named Franz Josef Land. The holiday had flown by and with a little degree of sadness we realised this was to be our “Last Supper” with our travelling companions, and whereas most evenings after dinner the