Hello and welcome back
It’s been a while since I last wrote here. Hopefully, as the summer gets a little bit quieter, I will have more opportunity.
A couple of times now, I’ve cycled past this farm and have just been amazed at how lovely the setting looks. There’s a caravan that’s been converted into a coffee stall and one Sunday afternoon, it was busy with activity as cyclists and families enjoyed the Scottish sun. The sun here is quite intense when it’s actually out. I don’t know if it’s because we’re so much further north than we’ve ever lived, but it’s crazy.
I walked by with a friend yesterday and learned that the nice, walled off pond on the opposite side of the road used to just be a puddle. But it was a puddle that got a name because there was a duck sat in it. When it was just a puddle, the farm was derelict. No life.
But one day, somebody bought it. And then someone decided that it would be nice to make the puddle permanent.
Now, you can get farm-fresh eggs from a vending machine. They want to put in a farm shop. It’s just a little place, literally on a beaten track. It’s easier to get to on foot or bike than by car because the road is so narrow. The view is sweeping; rolling hills covered in buttercups and yarrow.
It’s become a place worthy of stopping all because of a puddle. There’s a metaphor in there somewhere.