I always dreamed of being able to go into my garden at first light wearing my pyjamas and not being overlooked! Now I can.
Coming to Scotland has been a dream come true, its like stepping back in time. Remember when you could leave your house unlocked? When people always passed the time of day? When people gave to others without a thought of ‘whats in it for me’. If this sounds too good to be true, I assure you it is real and happening here on Speyside.
Try walking into our Village and not stopping to speak to people tending their gardens, walking their dogs or strolling around. It doesn’t happen.
My first job to get my good life up and running was to get some hens. Never having owned hens before I researched henhouses, breeds and husbandry. Off I went to a place called ‘The Happy Hen House’ (no longer in business) to collect my wee eight week old Black Rock hens. I brought them home in a cardboard box and put them straight into their henhouse where I was told they would probably remain indoors for several days. The very next day they were down in the open grassed area taking in their new surroundings and happily pecking their ‘chick crumbs’.
So enough of my wee chicks for now.
There I was breathing heavily standing next to a woman at an aerobics class when I overheard her conversation with another heavy breather about patchwork. My ears pricked up as I’ve always admired patchwork and harbored an ambition to make a quilt. At an opportune moment I commented about my secret ambition and learnt that there was a super brilliant Fabric Shop in Elgin that held patchwork lessons. I arranged to go to attend classes to make my very first patchwork quilt and my life has never been the same.
I’d heard of fat quarters, charm packs, jelly rolls, but it didn’t really mean much to me, and it won’t to the reader unless you are really interested in fabric and I would suggest you google it.
Try going into a fabric shop and you’ll feel like you’ve stepped into an Alladin’s cave.