I'm in Oxford, England visiting my parents.
Cara's in Aberdeen, Scotland building a drystone wall. Not exactly intentionally. She signed up to volunteer for a week with the National Trust, thinking she'd be helping to plant a garden. Instead, she's building a wall. Sadly, it's also snowing up there. I don't know how she's doing, actually, since she's remote enough that she has no internet access and no cell phone reception. For the next few days, therefore, I can only hope that she's surviving the experience and that she hasn't run away without me to some warmer climate (she's been talking a lot lately about a return trip to South Africa).
Backtracking slightly: we had a very interesting, though cold, time in Portugal (hence the recent interest in SA Take Two). We arrived in the UK on March 9th, then went almost immediately to a lovely bed and breakfast in a tiny village called Lee on the North coast of Devon. We spent a week doing hard labour in exchange for room and board, actually a very nice change from a somewhat indolent and luxurious year.
Here's a picture of Cara undertaking the world's largest weeding job. See that field? It used to be covered in 10 year's worth of brambles. Now it's not.
Once Cara's done the Papillon thing up North, we'll both be heading back to Devon to clean a horse stable, again in exchange for room and board. Chris, take note.
Then, on the 23rd of April, we'll be starting a cross-country walk across the very narrowest portion of the UK possible. No doubt I'll find something to write about then.
Ha! It's about time. Nice to see an update. And again, it made me laugh..."Haven't done anything stupid enough to warrant writing about" followed by "Am in Oxford visiting my parents". Come back, Freud, all is forgiven.
ReplyDeleteAnd just last night an Orcadian friend wrote to say that the weather's been crap but at least in Orkney they haven't had 4 feet of snow like they have in Mainland Scotland. Exciting times for your lovely other half. I hope she's comfortable.
I'm off in a mo' to visit with Kathleen McNally of Big Rock Brewery in prep for my Islands Tour talk as part of their lecture series next week.
Must dash.
M
duly noted, Bruce (horse stable)....at least it's fragrant (the poop) and it stays where it's put. I've had no calls for references for either one of you so I guess you both being warm, breathing, and having a pulse is sufficient. I'll be in Jolly Olde myself shortly (April 11)...coming over to visit with and take my mum on a little vacation. SAIT is crazy....I expect you hear that from others...more another time through a less public medium. Remember, Bruce, there's a reason the Brits invented pubs! Take care, Chris
ReplyDeleteApril 23rd, as you know, is St. George's Day....a good day to start anything...remember, there's also a French dude who fought dragons but our sait is always on a horse and the French dude in on foot. Our saint normally rides a light grey horse but once in a while you'll see him on a bay horse. Perhpas Cara will bring some of that amber-coloured Scottish water back with her.
ReplyDeleteHey Chris. Nice catch: kinda forces you to read the blog if I mention you in it doesn't it? Very rude of me. I didn't realize that we were undertaking our trek on such a propitious day. We'll have to do something special. No dragons, but maybe we can find a slug or something to stomp on.
ReplyDeletepoor slug
ReplyDeleteBehold bold brave Sir Bruce, defender of the feeble, slayer of slow-moving garden pests.
ReplyDeleteverily the mind doth boggle at the image or Bruce in a silver-coloured suit of armour on or off a horse. Watch the point of the pike, Bruce, it's bound to be sharp. Chris H
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