Fordyce Village is 2 1/2 miles down the road from Portsoy. Fordyce is a historical village with an abundance of charm. I had been looking forward to wandering around people’s gardens ever since I understood their advertising in the lay-by along the main road.
The village event was well manned, clearly this was not their first ‘rodeo’. Upon parking our car in the school’s playing field we were given a map of the wee village with locations of the gardens we were allowed to wander around in.
The first stop had an impressive vegetable garden.
Most of the gardens on display were small, but abundant.
But not everyone enjoys gardening….
There were plenty of walls to sit on for My Loving Spouse, if I wandered a bit farther than he wanted to.
One accessed this garden by walking through their Landry room…
Obviously they took the ‘open’ of the “open garden” part quite seriously.
We followed the sound of a brass band around a corner to the vintage tractors.
After all, what kind of day would it be without a few of the greatest vehicles ever made.
If you use your imagination, you could hear the babbling burn (brook) that backed up to many houses.
There were a few places to have tea or strawberries and cream or kippers.
One of us was very excited by this. I have learned that there are not any kippers that swim in the sea. A kipper is a herring that has been smoked, possibly even barbecued.
All great fun and information for the garden I am digging for our cottage.
Number Three arrived in Scotland and he fell in love. He kept repeating,
“Oh, I just love it here!”
We didn’t wait long before we took him to one of the most important places, Portsoy Ice Cream.
Soon he and his Dad disappeared into The Work Shop. Number Three was falling in love with hand sewing and leather work. Little did he know how much he was going to fit right in for our evening ‘program’, The Great British Sewing Bee. It’s so nice when your kids grow up to love your stuff.
I’d been wanting to see Slains Castle, but had been waiting for someone to go with me. A gorgeous country drive from Portsoy that took about an hour.
The pathway is lined with crushed shells, which suited us and Gunner just fine. Loved how it loomed in the distance. There is a 20 minute walk from the parking lot to the castle. (No bathrooms, nope, not a one, so come prepared).
Slains Castle is on the North Sea cliffs and warnings are everywhere to watch your step and do not let your dog of the lead.
Built in 1597 and visited by Bram Stoker, it is believed to be the castle that gave him the inspiration for Dracula’s Castle.
The castle was fabulous, click the link for better pictures and more information.
The castle is wonderfully remote. Excellent to visit it with a history loving guy.
The Fishing Museum in Buckie is worth a trip. Free with good parking. It might be small, but it is packed with information. I was drawn to an example of the gansey’s on display. The different knitting patterns were for the different villages. If a fisherman was lost at sea, his knitwear could identify where he’d come from. The website gave me a much better understanding of the sacrifice of the area with 40 pages of those lost at sea over the years. Some years more recent than I would have thought.
No visit is complete without a stop into Buckie’s hardware store. Number Three finally found the new towel he was looking for.
A trip to My Loving Spouse’s Turkish barber for a hair cut and a straight razor shave.
I’ve never seen him hold so still.
Items of food to try when you’re in Scotland. After all if Number Three ate them they must be good…
Irn-Bru
Skirlie (twice)
Fish n’ Chips
Mince and Tatties (twice)
Mac N’ Cheese (what can I say, they love it here) – twice
Meat pies (twice)
….we took one for the team and agreed to go back to Portsoy Ice Cream for a second scoop.
A wonderful visit, precious time together. He kept saying, “Thank you for letting me come.”
I finally said, “We’re your parents you don’t have to thank us for letting you come. We’re glad you’re here.”
Standing at my kitchen window, we are home in Scotland again.
It is such a beautiful view. We are blessed to live right where we are, here in Portsoy.
We’re dragging with extreme jet lag. We flew across the world, drove across states and drove back again and had the most precious family time and celebration. It is hard to write about it in any way that makes sense. Our hearts were so filled with the time we had with loved ones. I’ll just write a sliver of the experience whether it makes sense or not. (Nothing new).
Dress rehearsal prior to packing. (I think he’s so handsome.)
What about my other Scottish boy?
Gunner had his own ‘stay-cation’. We’d invited young friends from Ellensburg to come and have a Scottish vacation, complete with home, car and darling dog. A bird’s eye view of his time…
All in all Scotland made wonderful memories for them all.
Meanwhile back in the states, we were playing games, shopping and laughing. We devoured Mexican food, pizza and gas station snacks, (See, I always tell the truth) and gasping with delight at the hotel breakfast.
We drove a ‘wee’ 700 miles across Nevada. We had precious people to be with. My Other Girl had to answer her 3 year old every 10 minutes, “Mom how much longer until they’re here?”
We planned our road trip with memories of our ‘youth’ and how ‘easy’ it is. Now as we imagine our next trip to be with our dear ones, we sound like our GPS as it does so often…”recalculating”. Was it worth it? Of course!!! How many times in your life do you get to find out, “Grammy is my bestest friend.”
My Loving Spouse is not really a ‘baby’ guy, but I had to pry Little Sister out of his arms to get my fair turn of snuggles.
We took the ‘kids’ out to dinner. I almost choked on my food. I was eating so fast so I could be that ‘nice Grammy’ and hold the baby so the others could eat. (I’m not that nice, I just wanted the baby.)
I’d sewn the Little Miss a hooded towel. I was greatly relieved that she immediately saw it as the Dinosaur towel, it was meant to be. Not a dragon or a shark or anything else…just a dinosaur.
A very rare purple dinosaur only found in Utah.
My Other Girl had requested a Highland Cow for Little Sister’s baby quilt, and she likes yellow and purple. I’d never paper pieced a quilt before and there was a huge learning curve. I was so very happy to get to sew again and begin to use my new sewing room. (Note to Number 3 Son, who’s visiting soon. I need help moving some furniture. It might not be just right yet. Eat your Wheaties.)
It has already been pooped on a little bit, as it should be!
Back across the state of Nevada with a sweet overnight reprieve at my high school friend’s house. We headed into THE wedding weekend. More time with family! We hadn’t all seen each other since before (damn COVID) at our other brother’s memorial. We were so happy to be together to celebrate!
Who dressed these guys!
The generation below ‘us’ (my siblings) has a lot of boys. They weren’t all there, but our parents had 12 grandsons and 1 grand daughter (My Girl). I’d never really been out and about with ‘the’ boys. Turns out that ‘the’ boys are all grown up and pretty fun to be with.
‘The’ boys figured out where to go for brunch and lunch and even paid the bills. Maybe it’s not so bad getting old. A few went walking and a few went to the Jelly Belly Factory.
Watching your kids and cousins together never gets old. It is like a double blessing.
We all moved so well together, we weren’t even late for the wedding!
Everyone cleaned up so well. There were a few guests who asked if they could take their picture with My Loving Spouse. In America there are characters for their theme parks and for weddings….My Loving Spouse?
We came together to honor our brother/sister-in-law and their son as he got married. A few of us commented that we’d finally be able to tell the twins apart as one of them now had a wedding ring.
We weren’t aware that so many of ‘the’ boys were in the FBI….
Sisters…
I honestly tried not to take too many pictures as we were having so much fun just being together. (Sorry, Father and Mother of the groom, ah…and everybody else).
When ‘the’ boys started moving towards the dance floor each with a chair in hand…we knew what could only be coming.
As ‘the’ boys were all strong and mostly sober, no bride or groom were injured in this dance.
I cannot begin to express how full my heart was to be with my family. To encourage them each to come to Scotland and to get together again soon with an even bigger age group included. Time together is precious and I was crying very hard as we had to say goodbye to each.
If you come to Scotland, just say, “Aye”. It is part of every natural conversation. I think it might mean, ‘I’m paying attention to what you are saying.’ It could just mean ‘yes’, but that sounds a bit boring. Aye?
Now that I’m getting slightly better at this response I’ve jazzed it up by adding an ‘Aye’. ‘Nae’ means not and ‘nae bad’ could mean anything from ‘not too bad’ to ‘wonderful’.
When the Portsoy Rowing club were doing a bit of maintenance on the skiff, someone asked for a “whet cloot”. I started looking for a boat part to hand them, even though I didn’t know which part was actually the ‘cloot’. A wet rag was handed to them, as they wanted a wet cloth.
We were walking down to the shops with Gunner when an older woman with a small dog stopped us. “Is that the dog that lives on Barbank?”, she asked. “What’s his name? I see him every morning on my walk.” She left us saying, “Good bye Gunner. See you tomorrow.” (She’s lovely, and has absolutely no idea of our names.)
Gunner impacts many lives and even our garden. I started a flower garden in our back yard as soon as we moved in. We look out here often and it seemed very bare.
I cannot add any more greenery to the back garden wall. The reason why is worth my stopping where I am and moving my garden dreams to the front yard.
Such a precious pair.
We got bikes! Like kids in a candy shop picking them up! How do you like my “Pink Watch Out For That Old Gal In The Road” bike jacket?
We’re enjoying them and looking forward to all the places they will take us. Due to the weather we’ve only been on them 3 times. One of us has a 2 out of 3 ‘mishaps’ and come off their bike without planning. Apparently these were both ‘my fault’ as I had stopped. I intend to ride from now on without stopping….
We leave in a week for America. Family time, new baby time, toddler time, and the big gang at THE wedding. We’re not the only ones who are counting the days.
I miss my family dearly and am waiting for each and every single one of their hugs!
On my walk with Gunner around the neighborhood this morning…
We went to my friend’s house and she put on her shoes and grabbed her dog and we all took a walk.
I went for a row last evening. (If you’re saying, ‘what’! All I can say is, I know, right!)
I had been encouraged to give it a go, by my new Portsoy Friend. (Who wanted to know, if I had ever met that man on my street who could back up a trailer around two curves and into his driveway, as he is very impressive. Ah, yes, My Loving Spouse, but that is a different story).
I was very excited and nervous. I’d asked her all my most important questions. Are you sure I’m not too old? What do we wear? Where do we meet? My Loving Spouse only asked me one question, will you need a life jacket? I asked My Loving Spouse only one question, “What if I suck?”
The Portsoy Coastal Rowing Club is an amazing group of friendly folks. After I read the history of the club, I knew these were my kind of people. A group of women who came together to build a specific rowboat, even though they didn’t know anything about woodworking or rowing.
The sun doesn’t even start setting until 10:00 pm, so one can set out for a row at 7:30 pm. Just rowing about the North Sea on a Monday night. We saw a pair of seals, a rainbow and we got rained on a little bit. We rowed from Portsoy to Sandend, being told that we’d never have gone that far, if we weren’t doing really well.
Rowing out of and back into the port of Portsoy was magical. This lovely village is even more beautiful from the sea.
So…I didn’t suck. It does take concentration to match the stroke of the first rower. Still, I was quite enjoying myself. I mentioned how much I liked it and that I had been concerned that I was too old. A trio of gals laughed and said, “No one’s too old. We’ve even got someone who’s 60!” (Gasp)
I nodded and laughed, saying, “That’s me.” Which is not exactly true as I’m not that young.
Yes, I’ll be going back. I hope someday to be able to do one of the regattas, which is a fancy name for race.
This guy came to Park View and left a lasting mark.
Upbeat, diligent, hard working, and reasonably priced Joe was a dream come true. We’re beyond grateful for the beautiful impact he’s made in our home.
Our Portsoy cottage is still a work in progress, but here’s a peak at what a bit of color can do not only for our walls, but for making it feel like my home.
Our bedroom is warmer in color. My childhood dresser is a delightful improvement over the cardboard box night stand and next to that is my Grandmother’s chair. We didn’t bring much to Scotland, but what we did bring is precious.
The entry way and hall are still light and bright, but with just a hint of color. It feels less institutional, and sets off our new auction furniture so well.
Joe was worried the living room would be too dark, but we love, love, love it.
Almost everything is from the auction.
If you are very old (and dear) friends and family, you’ll recognize the hunting prints on the wall. Wedding presents to my Uncle & Aunt and to my Father & Mother. Who would have ever guessed that some day they would be hanging in my home in Scotland.
The color yellow has been growing all around us! Gorse is everywhere. I’m told the bees love it, but nothing else eats it.
…and it has thorns. It grows all over the hill sides.
Oilseed Rape is a bright yellow flower that has me completely dazzled. According to Wikipedia “Rapeseed is the third-largest source of vegetable oil and the second-largest source of protein meal in the world.” I just think its brilliant yellow completely stunning.
…and it is hard to give you a proper perspective with my meager iPhone photos.
Yellow flowering plants seem to thrive here. There’s even a nearby field of dandelions. (I’m glad they’re not mine.)
Last week we chatted with folks walking by the garden, because everyone is friendly. As this was our second ‘chat’, I asked if they were gardeners and invited them to inform me on what were weeds or flowers in our mystery garden bed. After my education, only 1/3 of the plants remain.
I’ve also learned that if I take a picture with my iPhone and then click on the ‘i’ below the photo, it will tell me what plant it is. Excellent tool and I take it ‘back’, my iPhone is not always meager.
Yellow is not the only thing that grows so well in Scotland.
Bluebells (confirmed by iPhone) pop up along the walking trails.
I persuaded drug My Loving Spouse to attend the Family Bingo night in the village. He claimed he’d never been to Bingo. (Gasp) I began singing “BINGO and Bingo was his name OH!” often and cheerfully around the house to get him in the mood. He almost hurt himself rolling his eyes.
Hosted in the Station Hotel we booked a table for dinner explaining that we were going to go to BINGO. (“Booked a table” is what they call making a reservation. They ask you if ‘you’ve booked a table, even when no one else is in the restaurant’).
It could be this was why we were greeted with, “Oh, you’re the American. We heard you were coming.” (That’s me ‘THE American’).
BINGO night was a fundraiser for the Portsoy Toddler Group. We wandered from one table to the next paying for books, cards, raffle tickets and daubers. After being completely confused just getting the supplies, the BINGO Lady advised us to sit at the table across the room which already sat ‘seasoned BINGO players’.
Let me tell you about this BINGO ‘book’, there wasn’t a single BINGO on it. I asked my BINGO tutor, which part were doing. She said, ‘all of it’.
What!
‘Which way? Sideways? Diagonal?’
No. Two games a sheet.
My face showed confusion.
She said the games were:
A line (across)
A House (one whole square bit separated by green)
Do you see the letters B-I-N-G-O anywhere on this book?
There are only two things that go fast in Scotland.
The driver behind you on the road
The BINGO caller
In ‘regular’ BINGO there is a pause between saying ‘B17′ pause B17’, then somebody at the table says, “What?” and everyone else hollers, “B17”. Not in Scotland, first of all, there was no ‘B’ AND there was NO repeating anything at all. Plus, there was the caller’s Scottish accent. It went like this…Five, One, Fifty One, (nano second) Seven, Three, Seventy three…. My Loving Spouse and I were completely lost. We couldn’t keep up. My BINGO tutor pointed out a few of my numbers to daub. We were so lost.
It wasn’t until the second page, that my tutor explained that the numbers ran in columns. Ones, tens, twenty’s etc. Sheesh, did that make things easier. My Loving Spouse and I began daubing away and having more fun.
There is a Half Time in Scottish BINGO. It’s when the caller stops, they serve tea and biscuits (cookies) and have the raffle. Let me tell you, we suck did poorly at BINGO, but the raffle was great.
A bag of sweeties (candy), a bottle of wine and a bottle of gin and we felt like winners. We did better than one lady at our table who won 2 beers and deodorant.
I believe we added a bit of levity to our table. Our tutors warmed to us and gave us the lowdown about all the other BINGO games in town for the month. Where they were, how to get to them and how much it might cost to join the bowling social club. You can learn a lot at BINGO, I hadn’t even known there was a bowling green, let alone a social club.
We walked home with our daubers, our winnings, laughing and complaining about daubing injuries.
There are moments of being a tad ‘blue’. If any newly arrived Ex-Pat told me differently, I’d just have to say, “Liar, liar pants on fire”. Obviously, I knew this journey would not be easy and that it would have times of loneliness. I was unprepared for the impact the time difference would have on my ability to reach out to my ‘people’. Writing helps chase away the blues, so let me share a bit of our days.
The Shore Inn is our ‘local’ as they call the neighborhood pub. This sits down by the harbor and on beautiful days you can take your beer outside. One cold days you can sit by the fire or sit at the bar next to the man with the ferret. Dogs and ferrets welcome. We’ve seen the gentleman walking to the pub with the ferret on his leash or lead as they say here. We’ve been told that the ferret doesn’t bite, but we’ve also been told that he does, so either way I’m fine keeping my distance. I don’t think I’m a ferret person.
A flower garden in the middle of town. The picture doesn’t really do it justice.
The Scots love to walk. Such a simple lovely thing to do. Last Sunday at church people were encouraged to bring a picnic lunch for after the service and then there would be a walk. I love to walk, so I was quite excited. Gunner was excited as he was included in the walk part. The walk was not exactly around the block, it was from one village to another and back again. (Note to self: don’t wear nice shoes when you get invited on a walk). As you can see, not everyone in my group stayed on the path.
To Americans My Loving Spouse sounds either English or Australian. To the English and the Scottish he just sounds like he’s not from either of their countries. The truth is he is English and Scottish. We live in the same county as his Grandfather was born and raised in. We’re going to his hometown one day to have an adventure and walk around the graveyards looking for the Jamieson’s.
Living in Scotland now has drawn him to his Scottish roots. We’ve a fancy wedding to go to in June and someone needs a new suit….or.
Entitled to wear the Royal Stewart and Gunn clan kilts here’s the Hunting Stewart.
A lot of thought and deliberation has gone into this decision. Stay tuned.
Gunner and I were walking around the Elgin cathedral on a gorgeous day. (Not today, today is gray, just like they tell Scotland will be. Usually they are liars, as the weather changes multiple times a day, but today…not yet)
The information you find on gravestones and monuments tells such a tale. I hope you can read it.
We’ve been praying for months for the health and welfare of this Little Sister.
…and these Grandparents are so blessed.
Thanks for being along with us on this journey and for blowing away my blues.
Moving to a foreign country is almost like having teenagers again. The things I don’t ‘know’ are mind boggling. The only difference is that no one is actually informing me of my lack of knowledge. I’m just keenly aware of it.
I do not want to be the ‘ugly American’ living in Scotland. I want to be a good guest. I wasn’t sure if it is acceptable to hang ‘all’ of the laundry on the line. When I ended up sitting next to a kind older lady at church I said,
“Say, can I ask you a question?” I muttered quietly. “Is it considered acceptable to hang my husband’s boxers on the washing line? I try to keep them sort of hidden in the middle, but I’m not sure if I’m being rude to the neighbors.”
‘Oh, yes. It’s okay. Everybody hangs all of their laundry out.’
…but I still try to keep them hidden in the middle.
We hosted our first guests for lunch. I was determined to make them some ‘regular’ Ellen food. Taco chicken soup and Blondie’s for dessert. (Blondie’s were Mom’s way of making chocolate chip cookies in pan form). I have yet to find any chocolate chip cookies in North East Scotland and believe it or not but one cannot live by Shortbread alone.
I was only able to make the soup, because I brought back crucial dietary supplies from America in February.
I didn’t bring back Semi-sweet chocolate chips, as I’d mistakenly assumed everyone had them. Semi-sweet chocolate chips being a mainstay of civilization. I got schooled.
We could not find them anywhere and I was ready to give up. My Loving Spouse stopped at one more store and came back with these very small packages of dark choc chips.
I know the recipe by heart, so I started pouring the chips into measuring cups and to my relief they made the necessary 2 cups. The block of butter was 500 g. I needed 2 cups. Thank you Google for figuring out that one. 2 eggs is still 2 eggs. Baking soda is Bicarbonate of Soda. Everything else was mixed and stirred and looking close to normal. I had to call in reinforcements to figure out how to bake it properly in the oven using Celsius.
The lunch and dessert I am told was ‘fine’. Not American ‘fine’, which means just ‘okay’. Scottish ‘fine’ which means very good.
I also learned a new meaning to an old word. “Loonie” which means a small boy.
There’s two loonies next door who have already learned to love Blondie’s. We’re delighted to have kids nearby and I’m determined to not just be the ‘loonie’ (American style) gal next door, but one who is kind, encouraging and comes prepared to share American sweets.
I’ve also learned that in the land of tea, Amazon delivers almost anything.
We’ve only been in Park View for 2 1/2 weeks. It feels like so much longer, but that might be because we’re still sleeping on an air mattress. This would be our second air mattress, as the other one died in the middle of the night. It didn’t die completely, that would have been so easy. It only died enough that one could not sleep on it..or get out of it. We were like two whales stuck in a swimming pool trying to jump out. Two more nights to go…
We shipped very little from America, but what we did ship was precious to us. Happily everything arrived in good shape and we had smiles on our faces as we opened pictures of Team Offspring and family mementos. (Decent flatware, favorite tools and sewing machines)
We’ve had an adventure or two at the furniture auctions and put our trailer to very good use. Procuring all types of things we needed for our new home like chairs
and a few things we didn’t need like a leather covered decanter and a mahogany coal scuttle.
My Loving Spouse and I have an agreement. We can get carried away and bid on odd items as long as they cost less than 5 pounds.
In two different weeks we’ve managed to outfit our ‘wee’ kitchen and it is working perfectly for us.
Our church had a lunch after the service yesterday. I was asked to help ‘serve’. Of course I said yes and put my soup ladling, plate clearing skills to good work. When it was time to serve the pudding (dessert), and anyone asked me what something was I said, “I have no idea.”
(Except for the carrot cake and may I say it was delicious).
Wonderful swaths of daffodils are in abundance! We see them everywhere we go. What a joyful sign of spring. Scotland continues to surprise, delight and bless us so.
After living for most of my 50++ years in the suburbs of Southern California with pools and sidewalks, I am now living on a farm in the Pacific Northwest with animals and dirt…and having the time of my life! Change is good….and I am blessed.
Retirement brought the end of our time at Glory Farm and a move to Scotland, where we live in a historical small fishing village along the North Sea...To God Be The Glory
