Transition

Transition – verb. The journey from Hello, alright? To, Hullo, how ye daien?

From early Autumn blackberry picking on Sark to frosty morning walks in Scotland, the transition has begun. The journey so far……

Ka Kite Ano, Sark. (Good-bye and see you again)

I felt incredibly sad as I boarded the ferry for the last time, saying good-bye to the craggy rocks, the lighthouse and the coastal paths. It was like leaving a very dear friend. And so began the transition from seasonal workers to tourists for Pearla and Pearla.

The physical transition from the peaceful, quiet leafy lanes, with tractors, horse drawn carriages and cycles to sirens, cars, street lights, tube stations and the masses of people of London wasn’t easy and there was the temptation to scurry back. But we scone bakers are made of stronger stuff and we adjusted as we laid low on Clair’s boat.

Pearla in charge of our bags in Bournemouth, waiting for train to London

London to Edinburgh

A train saw Pearla and Pearla transition from London to Edinburgh. My first visit and I loved it. Ka kite ano Edinburgh, I’ll be back.

An amazing combo in Edinburgh

Munchkin and Scrap

A hire car aided our transition from Edinburgh to Alford. Driving a car for the first time in 9 months AND out of Edinburgh……more stressful than Lobstergate!

Let the serious research begin.

We are in Alford. (Under NO circumstances pronounce Alford as Alford. It is pronounced Afford, of course). Munchkin and Scrap, 2 elderly cats, are the reason we are here. We’re house sitting. Alford is in Aberdeenshire at the tip of the Cairngorms in Scotland. While here, of course, we’ve been doing a bit of tripping. We’ve seen castles, walked beside lochs, climbed a few hills, taken pics of stone circles, conducted scoan quality testing across the land, and for both of us, realised our lifelong dreams of visiting the Findhorn community.

Frosty morning in Alford
Gate entering a vege garden at Findhorn. Perfect.
Original caravan stayed in by founders of Findhorn

Tomorrow we are off to Glasgow and then onto our next house sitting assignment in Dunoon (pronounced Dunoon). Another transition and practising for our big one home. Flights are booked and luggage weight jitters are stiring, but that’s a way off yet. There’s loads to do and see before then.

3 thoughts on “Transition

  1. Enjoy every minute. I totally understand the driving stress in a big city 😊 it can be stressful. I’ve loved reading your travel adventures and can’t wait to catch up when you’re back. Safe travels and lots of giggles along the way, xxBernie

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