Wednesday, 13 September 2017
Tuesday, 12 September 2017
Friday, 1 September 2017
Go nice places, do fun stuff.
Well yes, why wouldn't you, if lucky enough to have the chance...?
And due to a blessed team of women, willing to tend the 'stead, in my absence, that's what I'm currently doing.
Stomping up and down some fine Pyrenean valleys, over high passes, and generally enjoying the geology, and fine views.
The weather has been mixed, the sun doesn't always shine in Spain, but when ascending for hours at a time, some cloud cover can be very welcome.
Eight or more, hours, per day of hard walking; whilst carrying all the requisite equipment for shelter, and nutrition, might not be everyone's idea of a relaxing holiday.
But each, very much, to their own.
The company, in the form of reliable, way finding* trail-mate is plenty congenial, even entertaining on occasion.
But it would be an untruth, to assert that these excursions are all fun, all the time.
Undoubtedly there are times when the hills are just a tad too steep, it's overly hot, mighty cold, rather wet, or one is too tired, and hungry for comfort.
Even 'the way' through unmarked scree can be hard to discern..
Only mild peril, really, yes, but more peril, than usually found in everyday life..
But I guess, in part, that's sort of the point.
Not to make oneself suffer intentionally, but it certainly gives a sharper appreciation of the basics..
Food, shelter, rest,
Walk, eat, sleep, repeat.
Through some astonishing scenery.
But also, being out of contact with what passes for the 'normal' world, for a while makes me appreciate, more fully, how some unnecessary parts of it, were making me uncomfortable in other ways.
And how, like so much, it could be done without...
As is the case so often - Less is generally more :-)
Wednesday, 16 August 2017
Having spent a good few hours hoeing, or driving, carrying a pack, or sitting at a keyboard, sooner or later various parts will start to grumble.
What they'd really like, is for you to pay them some attention , even whilst you do those things.
Using your body to achieve the desired end, without hurting it so much in the first place.
But that takes a level of bodily awareness that is beyond (initially at least) most of us.
We become so intently focussed on the task before us, that very often, we forget that it is our body that is doing the thing.
It almost seems ungrateful, the way in which we become so detactched from this reality.
So we can try to be a bit kinder to ourselves whilst we work, or play, and give a little more thought to efficiency, and balance perhaps.
But also after working, even just a few minutes of doing some systematic stretching to realign things, and extend the joints, muscle and connective tissue in a body positive fashion, will help.
Particularly if you have been doing hard physical labour, the muscles will have warmed up and be receptive to these movements, at this time.
|First find a suitable lake, and some flattish ground. for Adho mukha virasana|
This posture is how we very often start a class.
You may need something under the front of your ankles such as a rolled towel laid crosswise, if the ankles are too stiff to lay flat comfortably..
Sit symmetrically with your buttock bones on your heels, big toes joined.
The width between your inner knees is equivalent to the width of your rib cage.
Stay sitting back on your heels then put you finger tips on the floor in front of your knees.
Lift the chest and stretch front edge of spine forwards, and up, using your hands to help.
Take your hands further forwards keeping them shoulder width apart.
Whole of palm pressed down. particularly the mound of the thumb.
Fingers spread apart
Straighten arms as much as possible, by pulling in your outer elbows towards the midline, aiming eventually for the elbows to be fully locked straight.
This may not be easy at first, but you will see improvements with persistance.
Eventually we want the elbow joint to straighten fully - this is how the joint is strongest, and best for load bearing.
Rest your forehead on the floor if the head reaches easily, but it is quite likely that the the head will need support, if your shoulders are stiff, so put a well folded blanket or similar there, so head and neck can release.
Stay for a couple of minutes, hands spread and pressing down, arms lifting away from centre of the earth, but torso extending forwards and descending down. Shoulder blades flattening into the back.
If buttocks won't stay contacting the heels - then put something there too - the extension should be as much back as forwards.
Really important to relax your jaw, neck, eyes and brain.
Think more of allowing the stretch rather than forcing it...
Dog pose ( Adho muka svanasana)
From the first pose, first come up onto your hands and knees, keeping same distance between hands and feet.
Take feet hip width apart, and then turn under toes,
Brace arms by drawing outer elbows in again.
If shoulders are very stiff then turn hands and fingers to slant outwards diagonally.
this will help the arms to straighten.
On an outbreath lift up off knees, keep legs bent to raise the hips and buttock bones as high as possible..
Start to straighten the legs, but they may be reluctant, if the hamstrings have become shortened by life in general.
Don't expect heels to come to ground, posture pictured above is mainly result of few thousand repetitions..... What you're aiming for one day, but maybe not just yet.
Always breathe, and keep in mind that you are doing this for your benefit, not to impress anyone else.
Yoga is supposed to be good for you, its not a case of you being good at it...
A lot of 'yoga' pictured on the internet is actually sloppily done for an ego boost, shape making, and is mainly pictured to showcase a new brand of leggings... Forgive them, they're most likely very young, and you're not that easily fooled....
Aiming to have the heels under the hips, and allowing shoulder blades to flatten into the back.
Keep the head in line with the arms dont pull it down .
This method may be easier for learning the action of straightening the legs fully.
Kneecaps should lift up through these actions, using the frontal thigh muscles. to open the backs of the knees, and broaden the back thighs from inside to out...
Again a fully straightened leg leads to healthier knee joints, and longer hamstrings,
Parvatasana in Sukhasana
So this arm movement can be done in any number of sitting positions, or even standing up, or lying prone.
At first this will be a real challenge to the shoulders, and most people struggle to get the arms to straighten.
But this posture works in such a way as to counteract the tendency to overwork certain parts of the arms, whilst neglecting others.
The key thing to remember is that the collar bones should stay broad, chest be lifted, not caving in.
That way the dorsal spine ( upper back) which often curves out and becomes rounded, is made to move back to its proper place.
So sit, or stand evenly, crossed legs is good, but you will probably need to sit on a firm support so that the knees are at almost the same height as the hips.
First extend arms forwards, interlock fingers right up to the base, palms facing chest, thumb tips joined.
Then rotate palms away from face, so thumb tips point toward floor.
Straighten arms fully - again by squeezing outer elbows in.
Then keeping shoulders back, and chest broad, raise the arms so that upper arms are besides ears.
Pushing up strongly with the thumb edge of the hand.
This is where the shoulders will start to resist, and you may find it difficult to straighten arms, but go on squeezing in the outer arms, and make sure thumb tips stay together - thus equalising the arm action.
Then bring arms down, change the interlock of fingers, and cross of legs.
Repeat, several times if you can
If you are doing this whilst standing, then keep legs very straight, thighs lifted and back, and sides of waist moving back too.. standing with inner heels and toe bases connected makes you lift the inner legs... These have a tendency to be lazy if allowed.
Another arm action done in cross legs. note sitting on sufficient height so that the back body can lift up and move in.
Here we've used a dry bag stuffed with spare clothes, and a sleeping bag to fill the gap between feet and knees.
Doing this allows the thighs and inner groins to release down.
The hips really appreciate this.
Also note that the feet are fairly well forwards, so that they are under the knees.
The arms here attempt to straighten by squeezing inwards, towards the midline.
Don't overdo the downward pull of the knuckles, but do lift the chest and move in the dorsal spine again.
This last move is more for the lower back, but does act on the shoulders too.
Head and neck support have been given here, often useful where shoulders are stiff. You should be able to see your chest without straining your eyeballs !
Start lying down evenly, spine in a straight line, with feet flat on floor knees bent up.
The object here is to keep the upper part of buttock on the ground.
This is not an abdominal crunch, type move, the abdomen should stay soft, the navel deepening
We are trying to broaden the back body both lengthwise and crosswise.
So when we hold onto the shins we are drawing them down parallel to the ground, not attempting to get the knees to chest.
As with our starting pose, the inner thighs are contacting the outer rib cage, shins and knees are are hip width apart.
Work your shoulders down towards the floor, tuck them under towards the waist, away from the back of the skull.
Again keeping front chest open.
Relax whole face especially the jaw.
Keep tongue resting in lower palate.
Soften the interior of the throat to allow the breath to move freely.
Often when we clasp something with the hands, we unconsciously grip the jaw too. this may have been a useful move way back in our evolution, but nowadays it tends to lead to stiff necks, headaches, and expensive dentistry bills.
Relax your face, and breathe quietly through the nose.
I'm a great fan of steam trains, but impersonating them has no place in a yoga practice.
Once you've completed this move place your feet back on the floor, hip width apart, let your knees rest evenly against each other.
Think about the midline of your self i.e. the central alignment of your spine, and allow equal release and volume on each side.
You can close your eyes and observe the movement of the breath for a few minutes too.
Allow the back body to spread , and be fully supported by the floor.
Allow the front body to settle quietly onto the back body.
Next time we'll look at some things we can do to lengthen those stubborn, but not really that complicated nuisances, short hamstrings.
Restrictions in that area may cause all sorts of problems, but we can, if not completely rebuild them, then definitely make some big improvements.
Saturday, 29 July 2017
Oh yes I have it, but not perhaps the more usual "I don't have anything to say, and don't know how to say it variant."
If anything, it's too much in the opposite direction; so much going on; both externally and internally; its more a case of "Where to start?"
I guess its the upside / downside of a life, that is so very integrated in all its parts.
The interconnectedness of all the elements, the realisation of the citizenry of all things in the universe, all of it having validity -
It can all get a bit much sometimes.
Organic farming and growing, embedded in a place, and a community of workers from the lowliest (but arguably most vital) soil organisms, through all the other people, and elements that work together, to produce food for a supportive, and appreciative community.
And in addition, having the privilege of working, this season alongside an anthropologist.
Who has ostensibly come here to learn from me, about practical food production, in the position of farm trainee.
But come on?
Spending most days with someone who is equally fascinated by the interrelation of food, people, place, farming methods, markets, public perceptions, and misconceptions, received wisdom, and that learnt through actual practice?
How am I, with my already feeble resistance to such matters, supposed to be able to avoid getting in even deeper to this complex subject?
And then the teaching, and practising of Yoga.
Which encourages that same integration, or uniting of the elements of mind, breath, and body so as to be, and feel more part of the whole universal scheme of things.
And to feel generally happier about, and within ones bodily frame...
All great aspirations, to work towards, isn't that what we're supposed to be going after - that becoming more 'wholesome' .
Until perhaps, and maybe this is a very westernised conceit, or complaint, it can start to feel a little stifling.
Paralysing almost. Considering how the moving of one thing, the taking of one action, affects all the others.
"If we touch ; or do ; or change; anything; think of the possible consequences"
Of course that's all verging on histrionic, hyperbole.
We are but as fleas on the backs of an enormous elephant.
Nothing we do as individuals, makes so very much difference.
But what of the ripples on the pond?
What if we influence other peoples actions one way or the other?
What a responsibility...
Well what luck; to be able to grumble about such a thing - after all, these 'lovely and wholesome ways of life' are mostly of ones own making.
It's not really luck, as such. Its far more by design.
Moreover I'd very much like to point out here, that I'm not in any way denigrating it's worth, far from it..
But I've also realised (finally!) that it is also pretty pointless, exhausting, and self destructive to try to deny ones own nature.
So I've decided to stop wasting so much energy, worrying about how what I do, affects others.
Just to mainly do my thing, let the rest of the world work out for itself, what it's up to.
The last thing I would ever want is to be a dictator - way too much responsibility - and even setting an example sounds a bit of a grandiose trap..
No I've got a much better idea... You be you, and do your thing.
I'll be me; and do mine.
How those two interface, and interrelate is for the universe in general to sort out..
So, the point of this rambling introduction is what exactly?
Well I guess it's to confess to an addiction..
No; not the caffeine in the twenty plus cups of tea that I drink everyday - That's just fairly innocuous fuel for the general enterprise.
But its a more of a need, a craving even, for a certain amount of uncertainty, change, growth, adventure, excitement, not being in control, risk even.
Maybe it is again, a luxury afforded by our relatively secure Westernised lives.
But it cant be just that, by itself.
As I've noticed many other folks, who have far more financial, and domestic stability than me, who still appear to be pursuing getting even more of that same 'security blanket' stuff.
For me, one of lifes greatest thrills is not knowing whats round the next corner. looking back after one, or three, or five years, and saying to myself " Well I didn't think I'd find myself here"
I am long enough in the tooth to know that life is, looked at in some ways, a series of endless heartbreaks.
If you invest enough (and how much is that precisely?) time, and effort, and love, and care for any projects, or schemes, or relationships, then some of those things might not turn out as you'd hoped.
And that, if you cared enough about the project, or person in the first instance, then there's a very real risk that you're going to be dissappointed, or made a bit sad if your hopes and dreams were not fulfilled.
Kids leave home (eventually), friends move on, we get sick, or become incapacitated in some way, people even have the temerity to die, projects founder, interests wane, accidents happen, change is the only constant.
It's the risk we take, when we decide to be fully alive, and engage with the world, and all its uncertainties, we will inevitably be made sad by things or people not living up to our dreams, or expectations....
And that's all very OK, it has to be, elsewise we won't take a chance on, or stick our necks out for anything.
Live a 'small life', out of fear of what might, or might not happen?
No thanks, not this time round at least.
Which is why I suppose that hitch hiking is one of my favourite methods of non self-propelled modes of journeying.
Although you could argue that an 'open' friendly posture, and a winning smile even (especially) if its raining is, in a way, a method of propelling oneself forward.
That, and choosing a spot where your proposed lifter can see you in good time; make a split second judgement as to whether they feel positively inclined to having your unscheduled presence in their vehicle, and be able to pull over safely enough, to let you in, to sully their upholstery...
There are certain 'rules of thumb*' (sorry) that I have found to hold true in my hitching career ( I wont bore you with my hubristic distance and speed stats, but this is definitely one 'sport' where females usually do have a speed advantage)
*But, as we are, in reality, playing a game of random chance - they can't always be relied upon.
(It's essential that you actually enjoy the gamble; and be able to live with some disappointments - otherwise you're really best off taking the bus)
This writing subject has been sparked by two things, the primary of which being the fact of second-born son having undertaken a self imposed hitch-hiking to the Artcic circle, mission.
(update - he just made it, and now, even further North, despite having had six stitches inserted into his thumb - but that's another story)
From somewhere so unpronounceable, and so small that it barely shows up on the map, in Sweden.
And secondly our recent experiences in the North West of Scotland, between hill walking jaunts where i was reminded of the 'fun' of the game, and how it can open up new vistas, and encounters, and insights into other lives unimagined.
The newly minted, blow-in Ullapool Postman, returning to his lochside home and expectant wife (expecting a baby that is)
The academic translator, who spends half his year in the Highlands making music, the other half in Russia turning documents into intelligible English for scientists there.
The French environmentalist who is so pleased to pick up some hitchers because driving her car around the U.K. in its single-occupancy state is giving her eco- guilt ... I sympathised.
The originating from Essex, stone wallers, constructing a very well paid for vanity project, because the Lairds' missus doesn't like looking at ugly deer fencing for the two weeks in Summer that the family are in residence. (They told us about the community where the translator lives)
The lawyer who is very handily going all the way (to Inverness, from the West Coast) and will fill us in on the intricacies of that area, and give us a tour of best restaurant locations before dropping us off in the town centre.
And a good few more besides. More interconnectedness.
All offering snippets of history, gossip, and most crucially, local up to date information. Including pretty reliable weather forecasts.
In return for?
Well I guess they are instinctively helpful, curious sorts themselves, as so many humans are.
It's a feel good trade, a diversion from the daily hum drum, perhaps..
They are a self selecting cohort, of trusting, open minded, person orientated, not too precious about their 'things' type people.
Of course most people are reasonably kind, although some are not so trusting, curious, or open minded as to let a couple of middle aged hikers who look like they've been sleeping rough (it's true they have been) into their cars.
The trade is, that you engage back, a brief summary of where you've been, what you've done, a 'mild peril', or slight disaster anecdote always goes down well.
And, of course, where you are planning on going next?
But it must be a two way deal - Where are they headed? Where have they been? Both literally, and figuratively?
Hopes, dreams, family, career aspirations, life disasters averted, or not.
Its not usually too difficult to work out, with careful listening, and some judicious questioning, what does it for them.
What lights up their life?
And of course maybe the other joy of these encounters, is that it doesn't go on too long. A journeying equivalent of speed dating?
If it turns out that your very kind mobile host is obsessed with matters pertaining to ball sports, or house prices, or the intricacies of a particular televisual talent show, then ones plans for 'going all the way' can be modified on a whim, to escape the potential tedium.
- Thats what us free wheeling types are like - such flibbertigibbets.
Another extra benefit of all these shortish but essential conversations, comes about if you're abroad, and trying to learn a foreign language.
There's absolutely no point pretending to be shy; you've offered yourself up as a free loading, free-ride conversationalist, so you must at least try.
Even if you are mangling the pronunciation, and incorrectly conjugation all the verbs, you can still give your ride the pleasure, and yourself the benefit, of being corrected.
So a few thoughts on this most convivial ways of getting about, in no particular order of importance - it will always vary with circumstance -
And in in the probably unrealistic hope of reviving this most sociable, ecological, cheap, and faith in humanity restoring way of getting about ...
Be a woman - hooray, at last, a true travelling advantage, that plays to our strengths for once!
I guess we are perceived as less threatening (the statistics do, bear this out), and maybe on the whole we are more naturally chatty? Or interested in gossip at least.
There were some really overblown, (in my opinion) stories doing the rounds some years back, of women hitch hikers being attacked, or of their 'wrongly' accusing others of attacking them.
Whatever the truth of the matter, it did a disproportionate amount of damage to the image of hitchhiking being a reasonable, sociable, and no more inherently dangerous than most way of getting about the place.
Two women travel fastest in my experience.
And its nice to have some supportive company for the very rare occasions for when , one is stood on the roadside for longer than fifteen minutes.
Do try to appear at least as if you might have had a close encounter with a bar of soap in the last week.
I will pick up pretty much anyone; as I have a lot of lift karma favours to repay, but smelling really bad is a bit invasive of what is in fact someone else's personal space.
At least try to freshen up your pits, and bits, if you cant get a full on shower.
Try to look friendly. Smiling doesn't actually kill you, it's nature's facelift.
No need to grin like a maniacal idiot, but at least try to look like you are doing this in part for fun, not some desperado jail breaker.
Or if you are escaping the law, perhaps it's even more important to look sweet and personable.
This isn't too hard for the first few minutes, as you may well indeed, be enjoying yourself.
but this whole enterprise is a very good exercise in 'letting go'...
After waiting for a bit longer you may start to get a bit narked... Why didn't the last four, visibly empty, estate cars pull onto the verge to gain the pleasure of your company.
But any bad feeling about these folk,s must not be visibly presented to those still to come...
If I find myself falling into this trap of disgruntlement I try to invent plausible reasons for their not stopping,
This lot are just about to pick up five sticky preschoolers from a party up the road...
The next batch has heard that their aunties favourite cow has fallen in a ditch and she needs urgent help to haul her out.
So a stance of cheerful optimism is always the order of the day...
If it gets really desperate, and you're starting to feel like part of the roadside furniture, then sometimes it's best to walk on for a while...
In general, it's best to choose your spot, and commit to it, otherwise you just look like a lazy walker, and being able to see your face helps your potential ride, to make their split second decision... So definitely no sunglasses...
There are a number of interesting bodily signals that some drivers will give you, to indicate their regret at not being able to pick you up.
The sideways hand swerve - that I surmise means "Sorry, I'm turning off at the next junction" .
The vague indefinable wave, inscrutable, could be anything, but at least it acknowledges your existence - that's always nice.
The 'full up' sign.. Yup that's fairly evidential... but couldn't we put granny in the boot? she looks fairly compact...
Plus the one that amused me the most when last in Scotland...
You know those enormous white lumbering tin boxes, that holidaymakers will gamely attempt to pilot along the most unsuitable single track roads on the west-coast?
Well, I've realised that trying to get a lift from them, is akin to a fisherman offering a whale, a tiny worm in order to lure it in..
You both know, nothing is going to come of it, but the game must be played...
You offer the tiny hook of your thumb, to the driver of what is a cavernously spacious van.
And I kid you not, more often than not, the driver will look into the back of their obscured domestic pantechnicon.
As if to ascertain if there could possibly be room for your not enormous personage, and modestly scaled backpacking luggage.
Well it would appear, that they are always already full. Totally stuffed to the gunwales with ladies and gentleman of the road, procured earlier...
Because they never stop.
I know that's an absolutist statement, of which I'm not generally a great fan.
But it's true, they really never do...
Small camper vans yes, you know the ones that are already full, but hey they'll squeeze you in somehow??
But not the big white tin boxes...
Nor BMW's or Audi's, containing painfully overgroomed young couples. (Go on then prove me wrong)
Apart from that, you pretty much takes your chances; its always worth a punt.
Your best hopes are with the slightly scruffy looking cars, containing one or two people.
Often a bunch of detritus has to be shoved off the back seat to make space... But that's fine; it makes it feel like home, from home.
Kids colouring books, work paraphernalia, walking kit of their own. half eaten packed lunches.
I wish more people would give it a go.
I've traveled thousands of mile this way, and met some fascinatingly friendly people along the way.
And discovered new place,s and stories, I'd have never, have encountered otherwise.
O.K. so maybe its a little riskier than taking the bus. but probably not nearly as dangerous as wandering the streets of a big city, in terms of being physically assaulted.
And yes O.K.you do sometimes end up stood in the rain for a while. But on balance I don't regret a moment of it.
It's probably a bit late in the day, to embark on the job of 'growing up' into a proper adult... This way of being will have to do, for now.
And coming soon, if I can carve out some more time, The gentle art of tramping.
Perhaps even with pictures too... Hitching a lift on someone elses broad band might be needed to attempt that one... Good to have friends already met, in the right places.
Sunday, 23 July 2017
The trouble with trying to own, or control anything (or anyone) is that by standing guard, to restrict others liberties, and guard your 'stuff'
You thereby, severely impinge upon your own freedoms..... Give others their liberty, in order that you might find your own way.
Less attached to things, and outcomes.
As you free yourself from this mental slavery, you in turn free others. from theirs.
Trust your own self to know what is the correct path for you.
Wednesday, 28 June 2017
You get yourself involved in international organisations, and research bodies, that are trying to globally promote small scale ecologically conscious farming.
And then, as a result, you're asked to travel abroad to represent your group.
Of course its very nice, yes even flattering to be asked to take part.
Who doesn't like to feel their opinions, and contributions are valued?
But taking up the offer of an expenses paid trip to Nicaragua, to summit with other like minded folk, would most likely involve hopping on a plane.
But darn it, if I don't fly for ecological reasons.
(I've taken one flight short- haul in the last 23 years)
It might be possible to get there by cargo ship, and train - now wouldn't that be something to write home about... .
But the whole thing, done that way, would probably take the best part of a month.
And I'm not totally convinced that such an idea would go down so well, even in relatively quiet November...
What would the chickens have to say about it??
Most opinions canvassed re the proposed trip, have resulted in versions of : -
" Go, go, go girl, you only live once"
"What an opportunity, you'd be crazy not to take it.
" If you don't make use of that opportunity, then someone else will burn that aviation fuel on your behalf"
" Nicaragua is a beautiful, fascinating country, and the people are lovely, you'll get so much out of it"
Yes well, I know all that.
And plenty more besides.
Plus I do also know, that it makes, not one tiny infinitesimal, particle of a jot, of difference to any 'saving the planet' malarkey if I go, or not.
But dropping a principal the first time a seriously tempting offer is dangled?
How does that sit, with the 'internal ethics committee?
It really isn't the potential 'crowing' that might emanate from some quarters..
I've done enough work, over the last few years, to realise that the most important judge, and decider of my behaviour is me*
Other peoples opinions are interesting, and worth listening to, for sure, but when all is said, and done, their thoughts belong to them.
"Judge not, lest yea be judged" and so forth.
(*not having a convenient deity to do the judgement sitting on my behalf)
But could the benefits to 'the cause' (and to me) outweigh the carbon load?
I guess, if I cycled everywhere, for the rest of my life , that could just about make amends...
But doing that, would be cheating in a way, because in truth I'd probably prefer to cycle everywhere. So that would just make other peoples lives awkward.
I suppose most decisions of this sort (and how incredibly lucky to have this kind of 'first world dilemma' thrust upon) hinge on how will it feel, in a year or fives, time?
Will I be forever kicking myself for taking such a moral, yet ultimately lacking-in-consequences stand.
It all needs careful consideration. much pondering.
Thankfully small farming gives ample opportunity for that. consulting with birds and talking to cucumber plants.
Moreover, if one chooses not to go, but keeps quiet about it - then what has been gained?
It's like boycotting Nestle products, but not bothering to tell them...
Errr, I don't think they're going to notice that you as an individual didn't buy their stuff.
If I opt out, but do make that fact known, will I be guilty of committing the fairly newly minted crime of 'virtue signalling'?
Which I believe roughly translates as - being 'well behaved' in the name of some greater cause, but feeling obliged to annoy other people about the fact that you've done that...
Hmmn - there's really not much wiggle room here is there?
Something along these lines of self imposed torturing, has arisen before... Its just that it's my turn to be tempted now....
Friday, 16 June 2017
Sunday, 30 April 2017
But a long overdue expedition to a certain corner of Scotlandshire needed to be made.
And willing assistance often comes to those who ask for it, nicely.
Fortuitously here, it also comes in the form of conscientious, and competent help.
If you're lucky late May to early June can be lovely in Scotland.
To my shame I left much of the actual physical stuff packing, kit riffling, or 'Holibobs Prepping Angst' to O.H. (Our hero, quite naturally)
(As I, mucked about on the farm, doing incomprehensible things to vegetables)
He has a whole team of lovely friends, with whom he can discuss vital expedition provisioning arrangements...
Trying out the tent in proximity to some more localised granite... See how well our companions tent blends in with the environs to the east....
Of course one packs ones own 'lady bag', with items such as are considered necessary, for the enjoyment of a few nights out in the hills - for example enough fresh undies as is seemly, for a respectable personage such as myself.
Plus suitable reading material -
-mainly the free stuff, that I can upload onto the vintage E- book....
[ Edith Wharton figured heavily for me this trip - a nice incongruity hanging out in the early 20th Century salons of Marseille with our tragic heroine... whilst sat in a small tent on a hilltop]
Granted; I have been referrred to as Amazonian on more than one occasion; but on the whole; I do prefer; if possible; not to send that tax dodging, zero hours contracting, little guy undercutting; megabucks making; global behemoth of the same name, too much of my hard earned wonga....
Hey guys; love ya really*!!
(*cos the constant moral high ground can otherwise be, a tad bereft of shiny items affordable to a lowly vegetable farmer - dang!!)
As a result of this supposedly ethical parsimony, I can end up reading tomes of a 'certain age' - So perhaps that might account for the over - liberal sprinklings of yikes! Gadzooks! and Crivenses! that work their way somewhat annoyingly into my discourse..?
And of course, porting without fail, a cheerfully minimalist ultra lightweight kite (it's only 52g, honest!)
There was one other piece of kit pressed upon me, that perhaps bore more relevance to what was being left behind here, than where we were going.
But more of that later...
So after several intensive weeks of planting, and grafting, making lists, of lists, ensuring that my esteemed customers were going to be well supplied with veg etc, etc... We were off again.
Escaping from the Tyranny of Greenery....
When you run a little vegetable farm, then just getting out into nature isn't really 'getting away from it all' .
It can often feel like 'It all' is following you about...
Still, one mustn't grumble. From the other side of the fence, this must look like 'living the dream'
After a long day on the train from Devon,via London, we pulled in late to Aviemore.
I hadn't been fully briefed as to that nights accommodation, but I had been informed that is wasn't too long a slog from the train station...
But look at this! And it had turrety parts - Oh my!
Lorks; what a Fancy Farmer billet !! Could quite turn a farm girls head...
Such a place to arrive, seeing all the possibilities laid out before one - especially on a fair day such as this...
After a restful night, with really smooth sheets!!
Followed by a leisurely morning of breakfasting, last minute snack purchases, and pencil foraging (It is surprisingly difficult to buy just one, in some stationery outlets...)
We were off a wandering.
First meandering up towards, and through the glorious Rothimurchus forestry.
The almost natural woodland greenery here is far more spaced out, and somehow less oppressive for that...
There was heat sufficient in the sun for the wood ants to be out and about, they're always very keen to join a riverside picnic...
And ever accompanied by that marvelous resinous scent of sun-warmed pines.
Looking back towards Aviemore as the ground rises.
Those out of place, glacially deposited boulders are called...
Nope, I can't remember, but I think that's one just visible in the Ghru below.
Then, having decided the weather was too good to waste on dallying in the valley, moreover with the chance of a clear summit camp, we ventured briefly into the throat of The Lairig ghru, before shouldering up the slopes to the top of Braireach....
At 1,296 m for those who need to know these numbers.
Come on love - keep up...
Oooer, the clouds look threatening, but even the breeze is remarkably warm for this elevation, and time of year...
|Think we might have just got 'lucky' with the weather...|
It was balmy enough, even at eight o' clock in the evening to sit out on the summit of Braireach, eating our dinner.
Sickening... The climes that is, dinner was fine, it always is after a stiffish climb.
|I thought I was being brave with 3/4 lengths. But here outdone by shorts at 1,296 m in May!|
Post breakfast indolence ensued. As is regularly the case when out and about... What is it with these endlessly 'up; and charging at it' types?
Do they not understand the concept of holidays? Not to mention digestion?
Those hills aren't rushing off anywhere, and even the keenest bagger, overnighting in the lowland below will be at least an hour away.
Finally stirring our bones; and completing our demarcated, decamping tasks, we strolled eastwards to curve down the rim of the horseshoe descent. Via Cairn Toul.
Not much further on we encountered a young (by our standards) couple who had over-nighted a few hundred yards yonder, on a snow field.
Despite having lived all her life in the Lake District, and having spent much time wandering the fells, this was the first time she had wild camped... Astonishing omission - But what a place to initiate the activity!
Just the spot for a refreshing morning dip.... Oh if only we were down there.
Taking pictures of people, taking pictures of people ... Are we in danger of becoming everso slightly self regarding??
Matching tops though guys? Really ? Must be early days....
Our new friends managed to lose us after this lunch stop at Bod an Deamhain (The devils point)... Surely they hadn't tired of the gear chat, already?
An easy enough descent back down into the valley bottom now, emerging near the bothy at Corrour .
Oh blessed relief, there was a loo. One of the duller (yes) parts of being a girl in the hills is the whole comfort break issue... Which most likely, in the course of a multiday trip, clocks up an extra mile or so for us overall.
I generally just pretend I'm doing some very intensive 'botonising' whilst gaining relief, but it is a little trickier for us ladies...
And perhaps those females less accustomed to 'performing' en plein air, generally prefer to absent themselves at an even greater distance from passing hillgoers.
So gentlemen (if you should aspire to such a moniker) please endeavour to be a little patient, and understanding with your women companions over this delicate matter... Not everything is as 'straightforwards' as it might be for you guys...
And spare me the 'haven't you heard of she- wees?' Question - Yes Thanks - and as ever, one size (or methodology) doesn't fit all... Even if it seems perfectly logical to those who've never had the need...
Form, gracefully following function - Bridge over the River Dee, and heading back north up the Lairg.
The Bothy was deserted, no massive surprise at four on an afternoon such as this. But just the place for a bit of back unwinding yoga, and a little snooze.
There comes a time in ones life when there are few luxuries more sublime, than awarding oneself an afternoon nap...
I personally can't abide the snorting and parping (them, not me darlings!) that oft besets communal nighttime sleeping.
But I think it would be a most civilised undertaking to design a walking tour which deliberately encompasses afternoon napettes at such refuges; (especially if an unsuspecting has left their sleep mat on the platform) before moving on to find a more secluded spot for the evenings shake down.
Clouds lift as the afternoon wears on, and we make our way up towards the Pools of Dee, which are alleged to have pitchable space nearby...
The correct proportions of green to brown, prescribed for those suffering from chlorophyll overload...Thats the top of Cairn Toul, where we were this morning..
Same again, looking southwards as the Ghru loses the evening sun.
Obligatory interior shot - for the niche market, showing A Pool of Dee, and Canada Geese
Then cracking on the following morning, records show we had left camp before nine... Why so dashed early?? - Herstory does not record..
But it wasn't properly on our route, so backtracking south again, this time gaining height towards Lurchers Crag for lunching - Squeezy cheese I believe - - on crackers - Cant be overly fussy, and the lichen made a tasty nutritious garnish.
Notage suggests there was some quality chocolate too... Always appreciated , and good for you aswell so they say.
A little further on, a fine vista opens up back down into the broad bottomed chasm, cradle of our previous nights slumbers
Onwards and upwards - Yes, hat no.3 ... Want to make something of it???
I thought not...
The top of Ben mac Dui 1.309m - Somewhere there is a summit bunnet shot available too ... But I don't want to overdo it... It's not all about me...
Showing far distant views of Braeriach ( I think)
"if only we had a sled..."
Not too shabby a pitch, taught enough , tolerably scenic location , overlooked by Carn Etchacan.....
But with the usual fair-weather optimism to the fore we pressed on up Beinn Mheadhoin. In the hope that the tors might emerge from the murk to provide a satisfying bunneting bounty.
Ah well, a little soft focus doesnt go amiss from time to time... The granite tors here are very similar to those native to our local moors in devon.
So then back down to the Loch and sally forth (south) out over the clinker of Derry Cairgorm (1156)
|Fun stuff, and so clear we can wave to the folks back home..|
Looking South East down the glen, towards Inverey and beyond.
Descending to Derry, more resinous pines scent the hot May air.
Meanwhile at home, vegetable work continues apace. There's hot windy weather there too; causing consternation over irrigation issues.... pea tendrils are very pretty though non?
|Where's she going now? Always wandering off...|
(* but where are said riverine pictures? lurking on a hard-drive somewhere no doubt..)
Braemar campsite at 92m .... Mmm hot showers.... I wish I could be the sort of properly filthy maid, who truly doesn't care about washing.
I have once, gone a whole two weeks backpacking, with little more than the occasional damp flannel - but you really know you need a wash when you can no longer tolerate even your own odoriferous company...
And us girls are prone to more hygeine related complications - very boring, and at the same time rarely mentioned, cos it isn't nice* to talk of such things....
*nope you're correct, cystitis is the most unpleasant condition to suffer, at any time, but particularly whilst journeying...
|Oh, I say !|
Oh dear....Further evidence; if it were needed; of just how truly awful I am....
Upon arrival at the well appointed campsite I did feel a bit sorry for this guy... He had fallen asleep, face down outside his tent, and somehow his drawers had become half-masted, i guessed with his slumberous wriggling.
Sympathies due - poor chap - doubtless all four discomfited cheeks, would be ablush, upon waking...
But no ! - Throughout almost the entirity of our stay, he treated us to various displays of his quite splendid derriere, from just about each and every angle....
Oh to be so unabashed... He has obviously got a far steelier imaginary helpmate than my Grizelda - the Socially Anxious Giraffe...
I should have asked him, as to the nature of his 'devil - may-care deity' - but couldn't quite pluck up the necessary audacity...
If anyone recognises this personage of such impressive barefacedness, in retrospect, then please don't let on...
Unless you happen to know his technique of maintaining such delightful sangfroid... In situations of public undercarriage airing..
(Can i have virtue points for not mentioning 'The Crack of Doom', plz?)
Gosh! Crikey! and Crivens! .... Whatever next?? A lenticular cloud to flag us out of the township, thta's whT
So sad that the railway doesnt visit here any more. The old station, doing a passable imitation of a New England clapboard.
First East of of Braemar via Creag Choinnich, supposedly looks like a Lions head - Mmmn? After how many malts/
Oooooo an eyeful of wiggles, just the thing.... If I have to explain you're not going to get it...
If however you do understand then feel free to p.m. me about taking on lifetime membership of WiTiAS - Once yr hooked in that's it - no going back...
So ;The Wiggly Tin Appreciation Society - Of course its not just corrugated iron, its stacked shipping containers, well made bridges, big cranes, adaptive vernacular responses to a local need, that have either stood the test of time - or that are disintegrating pleasingly back into their surroundings.......
Like I say, if I have to explain more fully, you're really not going to get it
I'll just leave this here...
|Then heading back north through the Invercauld Estate.... Why arent more barns painted a pretty pink...? Would cheer up the drear countryside no end...|
Almost certain this one fits here... And anyhows who doesn't appreciate a well built bridge ... Over The River Dee we'll surmise..
Onwards and upwards Glenn an t Slugain .....Don't ask me to mangle the pronunciation of that one, with my irritatingly r.p. vowels...
Easy enough walking on the land rover tracks; but can catch out the unwarey. Get too complacent; forget to watch your footing, it only takes an unnoticed pebble in the wrong place to turn over a dainty ladies ankle...
Not really a fixer - upper...
lunchstop at Slugain ruin with lots of freshly gathered greenery, Old quarrymans hut? It must have been a chilly spot when the easterly wind funnelled up here....
Comes over as tad pedestrian - these are well made deer stalking paths through the wilds, for the benefit of the "waddling buffoons in their pantaloons" - that's a quote from someone else by the way, so you can't call me out for being rude..
It was just after this that we espied what we believed to be a white tailed sea eagle; having fun in the thermals on the far side of the Glen....
Much excitement!! But neither of us are top rank ornithologists so weren't 100% sure if that was what we had spotted.
Our suspicions were later confirmed by three 'proper' birders encountered at the head of Loch Avon..
There is a dissapointing picture somewhere, of the raptor, sadly not the guys, in retrospect those chaps would have made a more interesting tableau...
|Phew, that'll do; not going any further...|
We fell somewhat short of our proposed target of a summit camp on Ben Avon, that night...
It was grey and threatening rain; it was four in the afternoon; and I was tirederer than just the usual mid afternoon dip... On account of trying to stave off a cold....
I want to stop now, was ventured somewhat petulantly - you see what he has to put up with??
The upside being, that it gave O.H. chance to show off his consumate 'pitching in a tricky, and awkward' spot tautology skills.
There were rocks inside the porch, in fact a drop on my side... one sides guys had to be staked into a bank ... Fiendish stuff..
But I didn't care; my main desire being, to crawl into my bag in the company of Edith, and be brought a delicate dinner on a tray.
It's difficult to feign 'pale and interesting' when one spends most of one days labouring in the hot sunshine but... I'm always game for a bit of role play....
Glad to have stayed low, as by the morning the cold had been chased off by a very early night.... No point turning things into a suffer fest, well beyond doing stuff for gnarlinesses sake...
Clouds obligingly lift, and lower on the way to the plateau like summit of Ben avon...
I guess the upside of not getting up mountains so very often is that 'inversion ennui' rarely sets in... Does it eventually become an unremarkable thing ? I guess not , after all one rarely fails to be charmed; by a decent sunset, even if only espied from the chicken run .
Easy enough walking here, the soil is dry enough here to discourage lush lichen growth.
|Ben Avon 1,171m, second brew up of the morn.|
|Excellent cloudscape.. natures free show..|
|Mustn't dissappoint the folks back home|
|It's a full time job keeping up with the hat changes...|
Some slightly less clement weather forecast for the afternoon, rolling in
I wonder if Neolithic persons found inspiration for their more ambitious projects when wandering past rocks like this...
Becoming more like this, the afternoons navigation and going was harder as we made our way via Stob ant- sluichd (!) and Cnap Leum an Eaisaich, (sorry what??) westwards, over the relatively featureless plateau towards the River Avon.
The lichen was heavy work on the legs, the murk was low...
Morale can nearly always be boosted by tea though..
So very tempting... But I wouldn't consider it really, not even for a moment -
After all I know he will have the lighter in his pocket, as insurance....
Always scanning the horizon for an escape route..... Or is it just a look of panic?
We need to practice the 'having fun on our holibobs' selfies. Maybe a bonnet would help?
|waterproof trousers - a necessary evil in this chilly fog..|
Wading through lichen.
But still preferable to wading through this...
No; it's not in the slightest bit refreshing - cups of tea; lie downs; and warm baths are refreshing - this is merely cold, and deeply unpleasant... Oww my poor dainty ankles...
Yes yes all very sparkly and lovely; tingly feet now I grant you; but still glad to be this side of the Fords of Avon..
Catching up with the goings on of our doomed heroine, Lily Bart in 'The house of Mirth' (Thats the book not the Bothy) ... And not quite such a jolly tale, as the title might suggest.
A piquant, and incisive tale of tale of the traps, and trappings of a society beauty; born only to be decorative, and adored....
Soo glad to have the benefits afforded me by those who fought, and still fight yet for gender equality...
We've come along way since Edith's day. The prejudice might not always be as overt as back then.
But still we operate in a society where male, and other entrenched power, authority, and values are often the assumed norms; even if they are more subtly expressed nowadays.
But on (and on) us obstreporous bonneted femmes will have to go.
What choice do we have? Backsliding? Shutting up, and trying to be nice, and quiet ?
Peachy morning, looking good for our last proper day out - sigh... Late that night, long after we'd turned in a 'proper' bikepacker turned up to overnight in the bothy, just as well we hadn't bedded down in there. There was barely room for two
Plenty of the sparkly bits, on the way up the glen on the way to Loch Avon.
Totally tropical... Lifes a beach sometimes...
Fair weather enjoyment - Much more like it... Although the pack belies a slight last day 'just stuff it all in anyhow 'attitude... i believe we were also porting out over a kilo of other naughty peoples detritus that had been secreted behind the door in the bothy -
|Almost tempted to swim... But that melt water must end up somewhere.|
Then steeply ascending back up north west towards Coire Raibert, destination Cairn Gorm..
Apologies for the 'visit Scotland' shot....
|Fabulous geology and water combination, to keep us company trackside.|
|It gets steeeper as the we near the top.|
|the picture reminds me of this one.....Guess who....?|
|Very clean snow, at the top of the gully.|
|Last view back down into Loch Avon|
Then work our way up to join the ( relative) throng on Cairn Gorm.
Cairn gorm itself at 1,245, feels fairly featureless, theres a radio mast and station, good views, and a lot of people.
Many of whom have been transported up by the railway, before undertaking the arduous 2.5 km trek back down to the carpark
Snow buntings are taking advantage of picnic crumbs. bird watchers gather to admire them, on this broad topped bird table.
A symbiotic relationship of sorts - and why not?
Having had our fill of folks, we head back south west via Stob Coire an t-Sneachda.
(lorks! am I glad I don't have to try to pronounce these names)
Looking back east along the escarpment towards Cairn Gorm - not the most spectacular of hills, despite its height -
So now who's getting fussy?
Spectacularly edgy Buttresses numbered rather unoriginally as 1. 2. and 3. on the map, Oh and Fiacalli... Sure there's some logic or poor map reading on my part) going on here.
View down from Cain Lochan. "Dont go so close to the edge" he pleads...
Whats the problem dear? - You afraid the temptation would be irresistible?
|Coming off the hill, such piquant sorrow. |
Usually tempered with the prospect of a decent meal and a shower though...
|" Eat Fresh and Green* - you know where it's been"|
in fact - better still eat a rainbow - the you too can then prance about like a demented unicorn
|Til next time...|