Queen Street Station, Glasgow

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.

Stirling

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.

Less picturesqe Stirling

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.

Annette and Judy

Annette with a positive attitude

So of course this place is beautiful. And the rest of the day involved naps and dinner and meeting more people.

This is what get’s me: There’s a bus stop at the bottom of this road. One that runs regularly and at reasonable intervals.

The barn where meals, some workshops and dances happened.

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.

this was a fun one to watch

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.

Flashback to Camp Karandawana folkdance weekends