They were so new they had a beautiful glow that could almost fight off anything….but the amount of mud in Currie wood was too much for the magical glow and they were transformed …..
as always it was lovely day out (despite the mud) here are a few pics
Nina and Morna….looking a bit clean
Cameron….also not very dirty
oooh pretty view
Emma and the mud slide
attempting to clean tools & boots & everything else
On Friday evening, we arrived, some on the minibus and some on the train, and had dinner, which was lasagna, I think. Later some of us went with Sam to play games in the wood. The others stayed in the house and mostly knitted, i think.
It was a dry, still and very dark night. We played a several rounds of a game I can’t remember the name of but involved sneaking up on one person who had a torch and hiding behind trees when they turned round to avoid being caught. Then a capture the flag (torch) type game.
And in between we played ‘hunt John’s glasses’ for about 20 mins…He has been told to buy a pair with fluorescent frames next time!… we did find them. And a little later we had a much shorter game of ‘hunt Amy’s keys’.
As the sneaker-uppers had no torches There was a lot of running into trees (I had a bruise on my hip for a week) and grovelling commando style. The technique of hiding-behind-a-tree-that-is-narrower-than-you-are was frequently employed.
Capture the flag proved rather difficult for the attackers with an equal number of attackers and defenders. Even more so on a silent, windless night with a forest floor covered in rustling leaves and loudly snapping twigs! Tactics evolved over the course of the game, from kamikaze mad dashes down the path in initial rounds to a gradually more subtle approach, with many minutes spent standing or crouching motionless behind trees and bushes. There were gradually longer pauses in activity as the attackers’ tactics evolved, little was heard for many minutes other than the occasional mysterious rustle and snap. During one round when I was attacking, Cameron passed within a few feet of me and did not see me, and I didn’t see John, but fell over him as I crept on through the woods.
Saturday (Thanks Ben)
After waking up from various parts of the grounds, including a Renaissance tower and various wood huts, we congregated in the main house for the largest pot of porridge I have ever seen.
Following breakfast we got straight to work. We split up into three groups who did work in the garden and in the orchard where some people picked apples whilst others removed brash with fierce dedication. The third group was busy chopping logs. “Defeat” was not a word that was understood when it came to rock-hard logs. Unfortunately this resulted in a broken sledge hammer (didn’t know you could break a sledge hammer).
After a few tea breaks, where we ate biscuits, flowers and then more biscuits, and a energizing lunch we continued work.
At the end of the day, exhausted and in a satisfying pain we gathered for dinner. A fire was made in a small dome of dried mud and straw covered in a car bonnet to make delicious wood fired pizza. For desert Sam, one of our hosts, made an amazing crumble. A big thank you to all the cooks. The evening was then concluded with some ping pong and a bonfire (equals marshmallows) where the wind would not make up its mind.
I can definitely conclude that my first day on a Bothy was a success.
Sunday (Thanks Morna)
Sunday started off with an abundance of pancakes, porridge and healthy dose of sore muscles. We headed out into the wilderness (otherwise known as the garden) to continue work, chopping wood, working in the garden, and clearing the orchard. A disturbed wasp’s nest and several blisters later, our tea break soon became lunch and we feasted on last night’s pizza, delicious soup and some hearty sandwiches. So much food…
The afternoon was our own and after clearing up our mess we swayed in the hammocks while others made their way to the train for home. We said goodbye to Obi the cat, and headed for home. Driving home in the minibus turned out to be an eventful affair, with high winds closing the Forth road bridge to us. However, Ever-the-amazing Ellie quickly re-planned our route, and after a slight detour we arrived home in Edinburgh safe and sound.
Thank you, most of all, to Cameron and Nina for organising such an amazing weekend filled with plentiful food and fun. Until next time! Morna
