Hey there! Austin here with an update from the land of Her Majesty. There is much to share on our travels from Clare County Ireland to North Ireland to Scotland (with details involving beautiful views, cold nights, car ferries, and blizzards), but first I must speak about our new WWOOFing location just north of Perth, Scotland. First of all, we are in freaking Scotland!! The land of William Wallace, kilts, steel cut oats, and epic hills. The place absolutely lives up to its rugged reputation, with blizzards on our drive from Cairnryan through busy Glascow up to the foothills of the Highlands, right where we now reside.
Our new WWOOFing location, a winter wonderland! |
Our WWOOFing host is on a 600+ acre estate, with a cattle ranch, orangery, gardens, greenhouses, a massive river, fields, hills, forests, and a huge twenty something room mansion. We arrived while it was snowing, and it was absolutely romantic and breathtaking. Our hosts are Tiffy and Charlotte, a wonderful couple with four grown up kids living in England. Tiffy has a personal, witty demeanor, and is a cyclist to boot. Charlotte is a bubbly, sweet woman with endless knowledge on gardening and the local area. We felt like family immediately. Staying with us and working alongside us is Antoine, a fellow WWOOFer from France. He is studying computer engineering and is taking a break from the technology world to work farm style.
Our first few day's work were mainly "bonfiring" fallen tree branches from the blizzard. Our teacher: Polish immigrant Martin who is the estate manager and who lives on the property. First thing he asked me on reporting to WWOOF duty Thursday was 'did I know how to drive a tractor.' I said no, and he proceeded to teach me how! So I have been dumping huge loads of branches into the bonfire the last few days; absolutely awesome.
A walk touring the grounds. |
Sunset! |
The weekend Kindra and I spent sleeping in, trying to find the billiard room in the house (honestly, exploring this house is like something out of The Secret Garden), and hiking the Scottish Highlands. I feel so invigorated to be living in the lands of my McRobbie ancestors. It is like the woods and paths here whisper to me, speaking of the footsteps my ggggrandfathers made on the same land. The other morning I woke up before Kindra and felt God speaking to me that my time in Scotland would be a journey into the roots of who I am, and that I would discover things that no McRobbie has yet journeyed through. The wildness of Scotland is in my blood, in my spirit :)
Scottish oatmeal!! So awesome with the kilt. |
More to come on our trip to Scotland, but you have at least a brief idea of our current adventures!
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For pictures of Scotland that are constantly updated, see: https://picasaweb.google.com/117860913937238604610/Scotland