So here and now as I write the holidays are over – actually not quite for me – I’m writing in late January and have my tree up and cards to write yet. But I am quite anxious to get back to telling my tale of travels and adventure: We left off at the Pier in Armadale, the only thing on the agenda was to travel to Fort William by Ferry and Train.
Having been deposited on the pier at the same cafe as yesterday, and after a great breakfast – in that same crowded tiny box of windows, I made an adventurous decision. It turns out that also at this very pier, in addition to quite fun clothing store, was Rhubha Phoil: the Isle of Skye Permaculture Centre, Herb Gardens and Woodland Walk. (see http://www.walkhighlands.co.uk/skye/rubhaphoil.shtml for pronunciation plus other good info on walks all over Scotland). This had been one of the places I was not going to get a chance to visit. So despite the ferry ticket fellow strongly recommending that I board the next ferry, since the weather did not look good, I was very aware of “now or maybe never” and I decided to chance it and take a look at Rubha Phoil.
So I walked up this path that looked like any path to the woods with some potted plants and a rough sign, and shortly came across a few friendly young folk building something. They directed me to Sandy Masson’s house. Now I had met Sandy, Founder and Director of this place at the Permaculture Convergence- thanks to Danny Alderslowe who found her and introduced her when he heard I was going onto Skye.
Once up the small path one is quickly in the woods, and I couldn’t quite suss out how to get to this house and was quickly taken in by the path through the woods that lead past work areas and fairy places and the forest sculptures and seal and otter observation perches, beautiful places. Of course it was so wonderful for me was to be able to take a walk of this length and sense of wilderness. But what made it especially wonderful was to concurrently have it be in such a singular beauty that if I see again will not be for long time and to be in a working piece of land both teaching and producing , like my visit with Patricia, addressing similar concerns and interests of mine back home.
Well, I followed the path all the way around and met up with the nice people who had finished their project. For the life of me I can’t remember what it was – a big gateway sign – I think. They got me connected to Sandy who took me into her great woodland home and took great time with me and was very kind.
So from there it was down to the ferry where, my bags had been stashed, and had enough time to rest up for boarding the ferry – which I was very concerned about being able to do on my own. And once on short ride to Maillaig. I must of been very sad to leave as I remember tearing up as we got further and further from Skye.