Kelburn Castle Bothy Report – Friday

First weekend away in cold cold Scotland – complete with sleeping bags and campfires and lots and lots of dirt, and for a girl from an urban city in the tropics (think 30deg weather and insane levels of humidity) used to only camping in the heat, it was a prettyyyy great adventure.

I was lucky enough to be placed in Roy’s car (thank you Roy and Roy’s car for driving us there), with Ellie (the terrifying ghost climbing out from the television and scaring the shit out of me during Halloween) and Miguel (yay fellow first year!).

While hopeful for good traffic conditions, a looooong 3 hour journey was what we received. Crazy traffic through Glasgow was not fun.

What was fun, though, was the conversation in the car. Ellie shared about the many times she’d been to Kelburn Castle, and the incredible 20th bothy party (complete with couples who met in dirties and dirty babies! I think she mentioned dirty pets too), and how there weren’t any proper walls, only a roof and some plastic sheets at the sides attempting (and failing horrendously) to keep the wind and rain out.

Roy told us some stories too, but perhaps what was the most memorable was him and Ellie singing along to this song with lots of references to Scotland culture, and although I couldn’t understand any of the references (no really, not even one), or even make out some words because of the singer’s accent + the fast pace of the song, it was pretty great and entertaining and it was just very enjoyable to be in the car where the mood was just happy and high and everyone was just laughing 🙂

Miguel told us stories from home too, and him and Ellie shared childhood memories about this place (I’m so sorry I can’t remember the name of the town), and it was pretty cool that both of them had bits of their childhood there. Miguel also shared how his family used to go there so often that the shop keepers (the ice cream man, that I remember) would remember his family. It sounds like a lovely town, and I’m pretty sure it is.

I vaguely remember us coming to the topic of food, and I told them about this amazing dish from back home, called Chili Crab. It’s basically sir-fried mud crab served in a semi-thick, sweet and savoury tomato and chilli based sauce, accompanied by deep fried buns called mantous. I’m missing home and all the yummy food from home so badly just thinking about it.

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Here’s a picture for you and I hope you guys think it looks as mouth-watering as it really is

We eventually got to Kelburn, and it was dark by then. Roy was just going really quickly in the small little country lanes, and I remember being quite terrified that he’d just crash into a car he didn’t see coming. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a safe and great driver, but dark small windy roads are pretty scary. To me, at least.

Cuz we were the first to get to the pavilion that we would stay in, we started to get dinner ready! Of course, not before a cup of tea and being amazed by how cute (omg fairy lights!) and pretty great (proper toilets! A kitchen! Proper walls!) this bothy was.

Dinner was made under the command of chef Ellie – dinner would’ve been rubbish without her. Roy put his entire head into the oven as we tried to figure out how to operate the gas stove, we eventually got it, but it took quite a bit of experimentation. Anyway, Miguel and I were soon rolling balls of mashed potato for gnocchi, and I have to say, it did kinda feel like we were machines after a while.

The others soon arrived on the minibus, and Rosie came into the kitchen to help us deliver the gnocchis to ultimate drowning death in boiling water. Cooking gnocchi was pretty great, and I particularly enjoying scooping up the cooked potato dumplings as they rose to the surface of the boiling water.

The rest set up their sleeping bags outside, and an apparently pretty intense game of card against humanity (thank you lizzie for the cards) took place.

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Cards Against Humanity (Photo credits: Lizzie)

From the kitchen, we suddenly heard a bout of insane laughter, and Rosie (I think) came to report that dear Rudy (Rudy, of all people) had bought a kids sleeping bag.

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Here’s Rudy trying and failing to squeeze into the sleeping bag

When the train people arrived, Nina went to get them (thank you Nina for driving the minibus), and dinner was served!!! Happy dirties and happy tummies 🙂

After dinner, we pretty much split up into separate groups. Some people decided to go out to play hide and seek, some chilled out with drinks, others chose to stay in to knit and read. I chose to go out to explore a little with Gyda and Emma, which was wonderful.

We walked around aimlessly around the estate, stopping by to see the castle, attempting to follow a path to a look out / picnic point that we never found, just walking and enjoying the night. The night sky was breathtaking – being in a pretty dark town with little light pollution, and blessed with clear skies, gave for a spectacular view of the stars in the sky. We attempted to point out constellations, but couldn’t do much except for the Big Dipper and Orion’s Belt. Gyda and I were lucky enough to see a shooting star too! It was a great walk.

Then it was back to the pavilion, and again, there were groups of people knitting, reading, drinking. Ale and Lizzie taught Miguel and I to knit, which went quite well I have to say. Also, I’m possibly the only person to have literally stabbed myself with a knitting needle, yes there was (it’s still there!) a hole in the palm of my hand, with the skin being taken out and a little bit of blood. How I managed that, I have no idea.

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Look at how hard Miguel was concentrating on his knitting (Photo credits: Lizzie)

People started to get tired, and we all snuggled into our sleeping bags, and it was sleeeep, in preparation of our long day of work ahead.

 

Pishwanton Haiku

The Day We Shovelled Shit, But Still Pulled
By Nina

Driving big red bus
all the way to Pishwanton
without getting lost

Greeted by Roger
and toffee the smelly dog
off to work we go

Muck out the stables
wheelbarrow race through the woods
careful not to trip

Barrows emptied quick
stack the muck up to the sky
taller than Isaac

The stack got too tall
the muck began to tumble
a new task awaits

Towering bracken
to be pulled up by force
some easy, some not

We split into teams
blazing trails to the middle
some tunnelled through

A decent days work
also there were wee kittens
cute cute cute cute cute

First Project of the Year – Gorse Clearance at Holyrood Park

19/09/2015

Fresh Air for Freshers – By Will the boat guy

As fresher’s week was drawing to a close, it seemed every new (or not quite so new) student in Edinburgh needed to evacuate all the toxins accumulated without remission during this five-day marathon. So what could be better than getting out there and dirty? (Please do not answer this rhetorical question). For a first try, it would have been sneaky, to say the least, to drag unwitting newbies all the way to what road sign designers call THE NORTH. Indeed, good trips do not always need to be long trips, and Holyrood Park was the laureate!

There was much to be done this day: to start things off smoothly, Robby the Ranger led the gang to the Park’s future wildflower meadow, which borders Queen’s Drive and Saint Margaret’s Loch. The lush grassland covering this area was soon to receive a haircut, a necessary process to make space for the new (local) species that would be planted later this year. However, the meadow was also the elected home of Teasel (Dipsacus somethingus, for plant geeks). After a happy summer of flowering on the meadow, the Teasel plants were now proudly sporting ripe seed heads, ready to feed the birds. Rather than let this resources go to waste under a huge lawnmower or as a nature morte model, these seed heads were to be gathered and tied to neighbouring trees, where birds (and squirrels, but let’s not be picky) would feed on them throughout autumn. A happy troop of Dirties caracoled in the field, here cutting seed heads, here tying them in more or less artistic bunches, under the curious eye of Japanese television. Yes, you read that right. The adventures of Ranger Robby and the Dirties will soon be live across the globe!

Teasel
Ka-Ra-Te Chop!
teasel decorations
Dipsacus somethingus

After half an hour and several takes of the same non-scripted and very bucolic scene, featuring Dirties pretending to retie knots or karate-chopping the seed heads off poor innocent Teasel plants, the job was over and the dirties needed a new challenge to keep them away from games the Health and Safety Department would frown upon with both eyebrows. It was time to head for the heart of Holyrood for some real fun.

The Park is regularly affected by wildfires of various and sometimes distasteful origins, and needs an efficient fire-breaking system to protect its vegetation from the greatest mass extinction since the Rogue Barbecue Incident of 1305 (1pm Ed.). Fire breakers are paths hacked into the gorse thickets to prevent the spreading of fire (it does what it says it does). Holy rude gorse, however, does not agree with this management policy and wants its land back. Pandemonium ensued!

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Arachnophiles: write in with an ID for this little critter

Dirties attacked the gorse with bow-saws, silkies (not selkies, mythical creatures don’t saw), loppers (not Laupers, singers aren’t all cutting edge), and gorse retaliated with dangerous pricks and formed an alliance with neighbouring brambles. The casualties were many amongst the gorse, as were the wounded among the Dirties. But in the end, Homo sapiens prevailed once again (hopefully not once too many), and the fire breaker was cleared.

Sandwich Zero
New Foodies (ish) first constitutional sandwich

Dirties whose hands were still functional used them to gobble up the most delicious nachos known to man, swigging water (and beer) to celebrate their victory in the name of the Queen, who owns the place but couldn’t be bothered with paid labour.

For more information on the Park, its volcano, its biodiversity and its amazing history, please visit this page (or any other with similar facts):

http://www.historic-scotland.gov.uk/propertyoverview.htm?PropID=pl_125rathectgroup

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