February in Comrie, Scotland ........2nd Blog.

We have not seen the sun properly in 2008 till this week, and would you believe it, I was working that first day of sunshine, but I managed to go round the village of Comrie a couple of times on my bike. I work for Marie Curie Cancer Care as a bank nurse. I find it hard psychologically, so I work a few shifts in the month, only.
The weather has been unbelievably wet and windy this winter. Now we have got some relief with high blue sky and crisp sunshine. The days are getting longer and the birds singing and the snowdrops and aconites are in bloom. David is pruning the fruit trees. I walked with a friend 4 miles round the Hermitage at Dunkeld and up along the river and gorges with spectacular waterfalls and beautiful views over Strath Tay. Today I cycled in sunshine out to Loch Earn, a 10 mile round trip. What a difference it makes when the sun shines, and it was is good to get the cobwebs out of the hair!

Today it is exactly a year since we arrived in The Caribbean island of Antigua after crossing the atlantic Ocean on Yacht Aros More. It is strange to think that we did it without any traumas. We are here to tell the tale! What a year we had sailing from Scotland to Virginia. US, where the yacht is left for the winter. In a couple of months David and I fly back to the States and continue our cruise up the Eastern Seaboard of the US, to Canada and hopefully Greenland where we hope to be at the last part of July, as the West coast of Greenland should be free of icebergs. We plan to sail on to Iceland and then homeward bound to Scotland, before the weather turns bad in the autumn.
We have a lot to do before we set out for Scotland sometime after Easter, and it is all very exciting.

My first blog!

Life in Scotland is good. I have been here since 1973, baggage and all. I was 24 when I arrived from my native Denmark, so you could say that I have been here most of my adult life. My accent is still quite strong, probably because I brought up my three children to be bilingual, and which was a successful undertaking. They are now grown up and doing well for themselves.
I have adapted to living my life in Scotland, brought my Danish baggage and combined the lifestyles in my own way. I was brought up in a small provincial town with our garden reaching the beach. My childhood summers were beautiful, the garden was full of fruit and vegetables, and the sea was warm. Swimming, rowing and sailing were part of life. In the winter we went ice-skating and skiing. In the cold winter evenings my mother taught me to knit and sow. In the summer she was busy preserving fruit and vegetables from the garden. All these activities and skills have been in good stead for living in rural Scotland.
I shall continue later. I have a long story to tell.