We've been here at Phantassie one week now and how time flies when you're having a good time.
The weekend was lovely. We tried to ride the bicycles to Haddington – a nearby village but the wind was so strong and bjorns bike had no gears or something. So we turned back. So what did I decide to do then? Take a nap! How lovely. We havent had a 'day in' for about 4 weeks now and its time we deserved one! Hear this – we're not just 'enjoying life' and 'relaxing'. We actually do hard physical work almost everyday and when I have a snoozy afternoon nap on a Saturday, its definitely well deserved!
That evening, Tony, our 'wwoof mom', said it was a good idea to go to the beach with the full moon! And what a brilliant idea it certainly was. There's something really magical about the moonlight falling on nature. The sand, the beach, the trees, the woods. Is all different at night time, yet the same. More seductive and alluring I would say in the moonlight. Only moonlight, no street lights! It was only the next day when I got an email from Mom that I realise it was friggin Mooncake festival! This festival is one that I always always forget when I am overseas. Its coz it doesnt havea definite date on the western calendar. But anyways, I am glad that we spent it gazing at the moon on a remote beach in Scotland. The same moon our dear friends and family gazed at all the way across the globe, eating their moon cakes and lighting their lanterns. Awww...
Pic of Tony, our wwoof mom – from Yorkshire and me:
Phantassie Organics feels like a well oiled machine. Its wonderful. The lines of vegetables are all straighted and they are on top of their weeding almost all the time. The rows are planted just far apart for you to walk on, or crawl on all fours to weed. Perfect system if you ask me. They definitely have something for us to learn and take away. Very inspiring.
And the Scots... oh the Scots. How lovely they all are really. I love the Scots. I love their accent, their friendliness, their warmth, their niceness. Their down-to-earthness. English people can be quite (I now risk offending any of my loyal English readers – please don't, we love you too, but there are differences!) polite and reserved. Especially at the dinner table sometimes. All the proper use of forks and things, how its not right to use your hands to eat and all that. Today, one of the phantassie drivers, a Scottish guy whose name I haven't learnt yet (with a lovely scottish accent) drank soup straight from the bowl and then grabbed a cracker and used it directly to scoop margarine from the tub. Love it. Utensils sometimes just come in between our mouths and the food. Why do we need them for? Lol. In our time here in the UK, it has been the Scots who were always first to strike a conversation, ask if we needed help for anything, open their homes to us, offer to beat anyone up if we were in trouble. And they don't just say it, they really mean it.
I hope this isn't going to the our only travels to Scotland, because the country is beautiful, and the people are beautiful. I'm quite smitten, and had my breath taken away a few times now on a few occasions. And that's quite a lot to say about a country. I feel.
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