Showing posts with label Scotland. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Scotland. Show all posts

Thursday, 1 December 2011

Berneray - June 2011

This year seemed to be the year that I caught ferries to Scottish islands I’d never been to before. We’ve got quite a running tally and this year added two more to the list.

It was June, a lovely couple had just been married and we unfortunately had to leave the party early to prepare for our early start in time to catch the ferry. The tent was packed along with wet weather gear, warm weather gear and winter gear. You never can be certain of the weather in Scotland. We hadn’t been camping for a really long time so I was worried it could be a shock to the system. We were also going wild camping i.e. sans toilet and shower block which I was a little worried about. Although we’d expected to be camping very close to the holiday home that O’s Mum had rented for the week. After a smoothish crossing (thankfully I don’t get travel sick) we arrived in North Uist and made the relatively short journey to the house. Once we arrived at the house it was clear that there weren’t any spots nearby on which we could pitch a tent. O’s sister and her family weren’t arriving until the next day so we decided to take a bed for the night and find a camping spot the next day.



We had a fantastic weekend, there were trips to the beach where we found our camping spot. There was a slap up restaurant meal which included me eating half a lobster. There were hand dived scallops which were the biggest things I’ve ever seen – thank you O, shame you don’t eat meat they were yummy. There were fiercely fought games of scrabble and arguments over the quality of certain brands of dictionary. There were books read, a small hill climbed and seals spotted. There were cuddles with nephew who we later discovered was suffering from a hideous cold that knocked me and his Mum sideways when we finally came down with it a few days later. (he handled it much better than either of us).


Unfortunately there were also arguments with the owner of the holiday home (they lived next door and had only been renting out the house for 6/7 weeks) who felt we were overcrowding the house – even though O and I were only there for the day. We decided not to ruin the holiday for O’s parents and we left the island a day early but we did have a fantastic few days. I survived “wild” camping thanks to having a house with hot running water a 10 minute drive away. I was staggered by the beauty of the beach. In my time I’ve seen some fairly impressive beaches but nothing that compares to that stretch of unadulterated white sand. There wasn’t a thing on the beach either, barely a shell, pebble of clump of seaweed to be found. We relaxed, spent time with family and blew the cobwebs away with all that “fresh” air.

photos by O



Thursday, 15 July 2010

Not our first dance song 2

Also not our first dance song. But a good one for a car journey or when I can't sleep. I'll start singing it to wake O up and then he joins in and reminds me of the words.

This could be a struggle for a lot of you. The words need to be read in a very broad Scottish accent - I've given a translation below in blue but it doesn't work as well.

COD LIVER OIL AND ORANGE JUICE - Hamish Imlach

Well oot o' the East there came a hard man
Oh-ho, a' the way frae Brigton?
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice

Well out of the East there came a hard man
Oh-ho, all the way from Bridgeton

Well he went intae a pub and he come oot paralytic
Oh, VP and cider
Ah-ha, what a hell of a mixture
Cod liver oil and the orange juice

Well he went into a pub and came out paralytic
Oh, VP and cider

Does this bus go tae the Dennistoun Palais?
Oh-ho, I'm lookin' fur a lumber
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice

Does this bus go to the Dennistoun Palais?
Oh-ho, I'm looking for a shag

In the dancin' he met Hairy Mary,
Oh, the flooer o' the Gorbals
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice

In the dancing (nightclub) he met Hairy Mary,
Oh, the flower of the Gorbals

Aw noo Mary, are ye dancin'?
"Oh no, it's just the way I'm staunin'"
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice

Aw now Mary, are you dancing?
"Oh no, it's just the way I'm standing"

Well then, Mary, yer one in a million,
"Oh-ho, so's yer chances!"
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice

Well then, Mary, your one in a million,
"Oh-ho, so is your chances!"

Well then Mary, can I run ye hame?
Oh-ho, I've got a pair of sandshoes,
"A ha-ha, ye're hell of a funny!"
Cod liver oil and the orange juice

Well then Mary, can I run you home?
Oh-ho, I've got a pair of plimsolls (trainers)
"A ha-ha, your a hell of a funny!"
Cod liver oil and the orange juice

Well, doon through the back-close, an' intae the dunny,
Oh-ho, it wasnae fur the first time,
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice

Well down through the back alley and into the back yard
Oh-ho it wasn't for the first time

Then oot came her mammy - she was goin' tae the cludgie,
Oh-ho, I buggered off sharpish,
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice

The out came her Mum - she was going to the toilet
Oh-ho, I buggered off sharpish,

Noo Hairy Mary's lookin' for her hard man,
Oh-ho, he's jined the Foreign Legion
Ah-ha, Sahara unner ra camels,
Cod liver oil and the orange juice

Now Hairy Mary is looking for her hard man,
Oh-ho, he's joined the Foreign Legion
Ah-ha, Sahara under the camels,
Cod liver oil and the orange juice

Then Hairy Mary's had a little baby
Oh-ho, its faither's in the army
Ah-ha, glory hallelujah
Cod liver oil and the orange juice

The Hairy Mary's had a little baby
Oh-ho, its father's in the army



YouTube videos of Hamish Imlach singing are available

Tuesday, 30 March 2010

Scottish Customs I

(available from here)

O borrowed this book from his parents last time we visited. I thought I'd share an extract with you;



Martin Martin
Western Isles, C. 1695


It was an ancient custom in the islands that a man should take a maid to his wife, and keep her the space of a year without marrying her; and if she pleased him all the while, he married her at the end of the year, and legitimated these children; but if he did not love her, he returned her to her parents, and her portion also; and if there happened to be any children, they were kept by the father: but this unreasonable custom was long brought into disuse.

Well O has had me as a trial wife for 7 years now so I reckon he is happy to keep me. We were both really surprised by this concept of the trial wife given the whole "you must not live in sin" thing.

Thursday, 20 August 2009

About Me

I'm in my late 20's - and slowly trying to come to terms with that. In my head I'm still 23/24 (or to be honest 13/14). I haven't achieved all those things that you are supposed to have achieved by the time you hit your late 20's. I haven't seen the world or had great adventures.

I have however found the man of my dreams, bought a flat with him, become the parent to 2 of the most eccentric cats, gotten myself a job that I actually enjoy and I'm going to get married. Do these not count as achievements I hear you ask - not when I'm always wanting more?! Ok the man of my dreams certainly does help and thankfully he understands that my obsession for more includes taking him along for the ride.

I was born and raised in the North of England and I'm proud of being Northern.

I live in Scotland, and have done for the last 10 years (almost to the day in fact).

I came to Scotland for University - I stayed for love.