scottie over and out

[katatatat]

hiho out of scotland
i am here now, outside of aberdeen
the herion capital of europe
the city of grey buildings and men in kilts
it is actually quite beautiful here
near the ocean and its breezes
farmland and rolling foothills up to the highlands
little huts in all the fields
holding up winding stone fences
that snake along the ground
the scotts are crackers and really wild party people
they drink like nothing else and they really don't care
i think it's some weird northern thing and being thrown on
an island and all, i've never witnessed this kind of wild

camphill life is a rhythm and getting up early
i bake bread from early in the morning till noon
300 loaves a day
i lift heavy ass trays and am growing muscles
i burn my arms on them and look like a junkie
the afternoons i work in a craft studio
make whatever the whim i wish
i'm carving a harp and soon puppet heads, hands, feet
the people i work with are way chill and our tea time
lasts sometimes an hour or more
they really do love their tea here, every thing is planned
around tea

i have made friends with some danes, germans and others
we as co-workers have our own shed to drink and party in
it's quiet nice with murals on the walls
or else we go to the pub right outside the village in bieldside
for pints and pool
they love their pool here and golf
i don't think i'll get into golf and that whole caddie thang'
i am well and happy here and i love what i am doing
i miss people and you but i still can love from afar

hope you are all well
drop a line when the moments right
i'll be here for a year so you'll know where to find me
cheers