Rows of broccoli 100 yards long mixed with a sheltered walled garden with lovely rich soil and cool wet summers are great growing conditions for anything!
Basil in one of the tunnel houses.
Scottish hi-bred potatoes
Dunbar is also famous as the birthplace of John Muir, who left Dunbar at the age of 11,with his family emigrating to USA where he championed and campaigned for the set up of the American National park system, helping set up the first in Yosemite. They have a small but very well done museum dedicated to John Muir which is the house he was born in and I spent an enjoyable afternoon reading and absorbing his story. I have spent quite a bit of time in Yosemite and consider my feelings toward Yosemite very similar to John Muir's.
This is in Haddington where the Local Pipe band returned after having a cuppa and asked this busker if they could have their spot back. I was more than pleased to be asked and obliged willingly.
Kilmarnock, my home town, were playing Dundee United at Rugby Park, which is a home game so I decided to visit and take a trip down memory lane. As a boy I was an ardent Killie supporter and here I was back cheering them on after 45+years. In my day there was only one main grandstand, the rest was terracing. Nowadays it has a stadium all around the pitch. I did partake in a Bovril, which hadn't changed one bit.
This was the ball juggler taking the team mascot off the pitch to start the game. Killie lost 2-1.
The bottoms of the houses had been cut into, checking the structure. Some people had left it open and others had covered the holes with cardboard. Behind this house is where we used to play as kids in the field. Gee I'm super glad we emigrated to New Zealand.
Kilmarnock is not all doom and gloom though. I went to Dean Castle (up the other end of the town, the posh end) and was very impressed by the Castle and its amazing collection of very old musical instruments.
The rest of the time working at Phantassie was weeding and planting, and we also went around various local orchards to pick apples for juicing. The weather in Scotland was getting colder with grey days for several days, not seeing the sun. We got into frost preparations, covering crops in the field with straw.
Ralph, one of the owners had scored a unicycle at the local weekly (huge) car boot sale, and it needed an extension to the seat post so I could ride it. After doing that I started practising to ride it down the Royal Mile in Edinburgh. I got the idea to do this the previous week while busking, after I had survived being jumped on by a drunk Scottish woman who was trying to play my saxophone. I said to another busker, one day I'm going to return here and ride a unicycle down the Royal Mile and this was how the seed for that crazy idea occurred.
I informed some Scottish friends who met me and wished me luck. Below is the result, the weather was wet and cold.
So next blog will be the lucky last and plenty happened in my last week in UK. This will be the trip review, which will be something for me to think about.
Till then stay safe and live the good life, whatever that means.
Cheers and Ciao