So Friday it’s a taxi to Queens Street Station where a lovely man that I swear was Cormack- Jamie’s husband- in appearance, tone and mannerism put me on the train.I didn’t get a picture of him but if I had one of Cormack I could put it here.
I can’t remember much of the trip across to Perth but I think I did get a picture of Stirling for Andy(Stirling). Then a bus to Comrie – which goes through Crieff , which looks like a big Holmfirth.
On that Bus I met other Permaculturists Judy and Annette. And thank God for that because the road to the Hostel was uphill and gravel and Annette God bless her took that suitcase., I’m sure Judy schlepped something for me too – plus their own stuff of course.
So of course this place is beautiful. And the rest of the day involved naps and dinner and meeting more people.
But the best part was the band that played for the dance. The Dance started with The Virginia Reel and finished with Strip the Willow. The best part would have been Dancing itself but by doing one where the gent has two partners thank God – ’cause I got a break when he’d do a step with the other – Any way that’s when it was made plain what I had forgotten – I can’t dance like that anymore. Broke my heart. But still the band was great I enjoyed my chats with Judy and felt comfortable doing my little steps to the music.
Anyway I was last to my bunk room of young ladies. I had trouble falling asleep at first because they made no sound at all any of them. not a breath, not a toss nor a turn – very disconcerting as I knew I would soon be making many.
Best blog entry yet -starting to get a feel for the trip and the joy! Sorry about the difficulty in dancing-personally I never could! Love you and miss you-just soooooo happy you are finding such lively people to be around and seem to be enjoying yourself. (meant lovely people, but they seem to be lively too-call it a Freudian typo)XO-Nanc’