First off I want to thank Bettina Groh, for uncovering the mystery of frying birds on electricity pylons. Its not little rubber boots that stop them from frizzing, its their little legs not doing the splits across the wires that prevents them from buzzing up over our heads. Big Bird wouldn't stand a chance!!
I promise you Bettina, I have been sleeping well at night knowing that these little flying creatures are pretty bright :) In fact, they are brighter than me, its plainly obvious I sucked at science at school! Biology I did well in funnily enough!
My baby girl is going on holiday tomorrow without me :( My mum has decided to take her to the
Isle of Harris which is the Outer Hebridies of Scotland, where my family all hail from, where they speak a funny language called Scots Gaelic, where all the elderly still call me 'agool' which is their way of saying darling child! I havent the heart to tell them I am a 34yr old mother!!
Actually I love it there, so peaceful, great places for the kids to explore and if the weather is great, the beaches are fantastic. Its a very religious Island, although, its getting a bit easier adapting to 'western ways' as the older generation are no longer.
When I was younger, my granny (God rest her sole) threw a fit when she caught me watching T.V on a Sunday, its blasphemous to the ideal that the sabbath was literally the day of rest and I was inviting the devil into the sitting room watching a cartoon!!
Another time, It was a hot hot Sunday afternoon, and my granny was having a nap, so I decided to take a can of coke and a packet of crisps, my Judy Bloom book 'Can you hear me God, its me, Margaret', which, personally I thought was quite a good read for a Sunday, I mean, God is mentioned in the title. But I forgot the time. If I was outside on a Sunday, I had to be back in the house for 2pm as the minibus that was shuttling people from their homes to the church would pass then. Of course I was spotted, and it was mentioned to my granny at the evening service at 8pm (I must point out there are no fewer than 4 services on Sunday, English in the morning and at 6pm, Gaelic at 3pm and 8pm), of course when Granny got home from the evening Gaelic service I got the yelling of my life.
hmmm, The holy spirit wasnt working in her that night.
Anyway, things are a bit more relaxed now on a Sunday, we can go out, we can watch TV and we can cook and quickly run the vaccuum things that were near impossible to do 10yrs ago. But, shops will still be closed as will the Ferry, it wont run on a Sunday, if it did I most likely would go home more often for weekends, but as it is, I can only go during school holidays.
And Sarah loves it, she loves being able to watch the sheep roam free from her bedroom window, in fact, any window. It is a nice sight, particularly at this time of year when the mama sheeps are out with their baby lambs! But, out walking its advised to watch your feet, you never know what you will stand in!!
Cows are a different kettle of fish for me, I am scared senseless of them. Probably due to the fact that I used to have a pony in the field next to my granny's house, well, I actually had to leg it over a field to get to Trigger the pony, literally leg it as Granny had a cow called Oliver, whom she used to feed scraps of anything, probably food stuffs not really recommended to feed to cows. She would give him vegetable peelings, some potato and SAUSAGE, really not the ideal thing to feed cow! Anyway, I would have to cross the field to reach trigger whom I fed actually proper horse feed, granny did try to give him sausage once, the one and only time I disagreed with granny!
So, off I would go with Trigger's feed bucket, climb the barbed wire fence to Olivers field, hear an almighty 'MOOOOOOOOO' then quickly pray to God that I would reach Triggers field as quickly and as painfree as possible, it was a race between Oliver and I. If I loose I would be knocked over by 300+lbs of cow who would stop at nothing to get the bucket, if he looses Trigger would be lapping up his feed happily whilst Oliver would Mooo and grunt at the fencing.
And the fields in Harris are not normal flat fields, they are hilly and boggy so simply running is not possibly, its actually more like a running and jumping combo.
I dont even know why the heck she had a cow, her son in law was/is a butcher, thats what my family are, farmers and butchers, except my father, he is the black sheep of the family, he became a bricklayer. However, she refused to have him served up, but dammit I wished she did, for years after that I had to say Good Morning to Oliver every morning as she had his head mounted when he 'died'
When granny passed away, the first thing that went when we all cleared out the house was Olivers head, still gives me the creeps when I think about it!!
I did have some fun times out there, all my cousins are still there, we all grew up together, the ages between us all range from 30-40 and there are 16 of us, we are all really close, and all of us got married with little gaps, it was constant weddings for 5yrs straight!! and we all had our children with little age difference too, the oldest child is 8 the youngest (my Jamie) at nearly 3.
So its like history repeating itself. I was discussing it with 2 of my cousins who are a year younger than me, and Diane stated it was like when we were all kids, Mhairi her sister stated she didnt know if it was a good thing knowing the things we got up to as kids.
Ahh, that could be another story LOL