Visiting Jamie in Scotland again.
and loving it.
Rumors say that a Dane has landed in Scotland, I think I heard it was; ‘the happy man with the white hat sleeping in the trees’, who ever that strange guy must be…
The other day I did see a shadow, that could remind a wee bit of that here in Scotland.
Do not believe all the rumors though, as you can see here, he travels light…
What can I say – two hammocks, two sleeping bags, clothes, tools, a life vest and a kayak – it takes a bag or two, but no I did not bring crates of wine, stones or what ever you heard from the drums of the jungle.
Must warn you though, there are a mad Scotchman babbling online these days!
Here the Dutch plane arrives in Scotland, don’t believe in the rumors of a French plane…
Glasgow that is, under the beautiful sky.
Shirley came to pick me up – no it’s not her on the picture!
(Shirley is Jamies wonderful wife, even most of the time I just see her flying by, she is always busy, I have a suspicion she is an angel, at least her personality is, I try to look for her wings, but did not see then yet, will keep you informed if the appear).
On the picture, yes that’s a wee dog.
Shirley was driving us through the Scottish landscape and all of a sudden she stopped the car, out we went and there were this sweet dog, all tangled up in a pole, really confused but with a happy tail. Shirley is a woman with a grand heart, so the wee puppy came with us in the car.
In the evening she put it on Facebook and Mr. Tangle came with me to sleep in my room – after two hours of no sleep I allowed him into my bed and as soon as he was close to my body he fell asleep fast and were calm all night. Guess I’m not the only one that needs love.
In the morning he came back home to his family, need I say, I was a wee bit sad, now I will sleep alone again.
Ohhh I woke up to the sound of these.
So I was thinking it was time for the usual coffee and egg roll.
So nice to be back in the shop, Jamies shop, even I think he might need a hand again on that cabinet, I just might have to come back once a year, not that I enjoy it of course…
(I love it).
Jamies house is a tornado of guests in and out the door.
I have been looking so much forward to meet up with them all.
Here we have Ron, he was the one that allowed me to use his cool lathe last year.
(Handsome bastard even he try to hide).
I started destroying wood.
Working on a prototype of a minimalist meditation stool.
Here the first raw ideas, not happy with the leg.
I think the guy in the Chair might be the mad Scotchman, the two others are Ronnie and his son Romeo, wonderful lads.
Here we have Ryan, he is the most loving guy I know, excellent turner, he knows how to spin that lathe and he’s always good for a smile.
Perhaps it’s the mad Scotchman behind him, even he might be a wee skinny…
Version two, now we are closer I think.
Hmmmmm her he goes again… In the front we have Arthur another one of the house regulars, he is a serious worker and knows where to find things in the shop.
Back in the shop.
More guests and cigarettes, this time Jo came to visit us.
She is a friend of our much missed Tharchin.
Gordon with a warm smile, he seems to be listening in on the police radio, might be a agent, I better keep my secrets close to me.
Jamies house! I need a GPS.
Naaaa I’m lost anyway.
Back in the shrine room, I meditate and try to find some balance, have been quite disturbed lately, but being here helps and I manage to keep the black dog in a steady leach and a arm away.
But since I am a bit OCD I decided to fix the wall, just a few plaster boards and the wall are back, no more energy getting lost in there.
Or as Jamie and Shirley says when making fun with me; CDO, the letters have to be in the right order. Smiles.
Isn’t tat a wonderful place, every one should have a place like that to go and balance their inner core.
Nature here are not too bad also!
This is right outside the door.
That is not possible to resist.
So the mad Dane takes of.
Throws my bag by the river.
After ten minutes it’s transformed into this.
Yes I did bring a kayak to Scotland.
And down the river I am.
Meet a few bups and stones, but stayed dry and had some wonderful hours there.
Time for a wee rest.
This is living.
After a few hours on the water, I packed up and too the bus back home.
Now I look forward to the next tour as I enjoy the memories of this one.
Jamies pond brings sweet moments. always wonderful to sit there and watch the fish.
Did I mention all the dogs, this is another little love child here, always ready for a hug.
Made a handle for Jamies second bench, time for a wee bit of turning, so now I have a place to work, wonderful that is.
Ok, it is Jamie, now I am sure!
Here trying to tell me Scottish are bigger than Danish…
Or perhaps he talked about wood, not always sure what these Scottish are saying, how ar die doin, twa want a wee bit milk in dae tee… or something like that. But I am getting better every day.
Promise you, when thee blokes are talking fast you are happy just just grasp a word or two.
I love that Scottish accent.
Time for a race, I cheat by using the motor, Jamie by holding on to me, so we can call it a fair race I guess.
Pls notice the dogs.
Not Jamie and I.
I think we can call it even.
Brothers with different mothers are our new nick name. Thanks Kelly. ;-)
This picture has been published online by some out of focus guy, the truth about it, is was asked where are the sun and then I pointed at it, or at least that is close to the truth, I guess, naaaa, ok I did something naughty, sorry mom.
So after the race I took the hell racer for a wee tour in the landscape.
Quite cool to see the world from a new perspective.
The closed tile factory in the evening light.
(Next to Jamies house).
Ohh yes I was kind of kidnapped, at least invited, by these two beautiful woman, for a tour with them into Edinburgh.
We had two wonderful days there together, walks in the city and just enjoying their company, thanks.
(Rosslyn and her daughter Kali).
Kali is a lover of books and so am I, so she had us visit some wonderful bookstores, this one was a favorite and we all bought books.
Did I mention the Scottish wear funny clothes…
Guess they are not thinking out of the box here…
Even the police are kept in wooden boxes.
You see what I say!
A visit at the Scottish national museum.
Beautiful hall, got to love that ironwork, that almost look like weightless.
A moment of peace.
This one looks like the bowl I did at Ron’s last year…
Just passing by…
Must admire their flying abilities.
Is that normal?
Calm down MaFe.
Auuuch we got a flat tire when we returned.
So time for some more city walk.
Like a fairytale that city on the hill side.
Did I mention the Scottish dress funny…
Or is it just me?
That’s because men are covered in bird shit…
That’s a bar for me.
Life is sweet as we wait for the help to arrive.
The spare tire was flat also, but with road service and some air, we managed to be able to leave the city again.
There he is again!
So heading back home, while I enjoy the beautiful landscapes her.
Going to miss Ros and Kali, been wonderful to be kidnapped.
The moon before bedtime.
Back in the wood cave, here I find my favorite wood worker again, love to hang out in the shop, turning wood into things and learning new tricks from a old dog.
It must be a sign…
The Hindu spot in my face was there as I woke up the other morning, really I am not joking.
Perhaps there are also other signs in the picture…
Now down to working on the minimalist meditation stool, Jamie offered me some beautiful wood, so it is up to me to give it life.
Did I mention the chickens?
Frenchtoast and coffee, serving Jamie a lunch, enjoying the fresh eggs.
Here she is the angel – Shirley – still no wings, but trust me she is.
Fire in the stove, we had a rainy day.
Thank you for trying to follow my ramblings, nothing makes sense to me, but it feel good ad I enjoy every moment here.
Thank you Jamie, you are more than a friend.
Brothers with different mothers.
Guess I have to keep on carry the world on my shoulders, it’s a hard job, but some one got to do it.
Ohhh yes I also made a fish for… the fish…
A warm thought to all of you LJ’s here from me in Scotland,
-- Mad F, the fanatical rhykenologist and vintage architect. Democraticwoodworking.