With this in mind, I’ve got something a little different for you... Like a guest vocalist entering stage left (Heavens to Murgatroyd!), I’ve given my long-suffering Wife the ‘pen’. With eyes closed and slight apprehension, here goes:
The decision to uproot our lives and move to Guardian Croft hasn’t been an easy one; as you can probably imagine. Having lived nearly all of my life in Cambridgeshire, with a large family nearby, I’ve had the benefit of the emotional security blanket, they bring. I know that there will always be someone, within a few miles, who can help pick me up, when things aren’t so easy. We are a large, but close, family; teasing each other a lot. I’m often reminded of the time I was diagnosed with mild dyslexia, at age 8. In the middle of throwing a temper tantrum about it, I told everyone, within earshot: “It’s not my fault, I only have half a brain!”. You make one comment and it sticks with you for life...
Life with Dale has never been boring. He has always been forward looking and has never been afraid to take a chance; with the philosophy of “You never know until you’ve tried it”. Dale has always wanted to move around, experience new places and people, but not me. I wanted to stay close to family and everything that was safe and ‘normal’. Don’t get me wrong, I like to explore the country and try new things, but ‘home’ was always where the heart was.
But we now find ourselves at an age, where our children are grown up, moving on and have their own lives to live. By this winter our youngest will be off, either at university, or into the ‘real’ world of work. I have always tried to instill into them to do something they enjoy, as they’ll spend most of their time at work. And I’d hate for them to be stuck doing something they didn’t enjoy. I have a ‘mothering’ nature and like to make sure that everyone is looked after. Be that a shoulder to cry on, or feeding guests until they burst, or just having a giggle and cheering people up. Admittedly most of my mothering has been concentrated on my children, but as they have grown older I have loved having my nieces and nephews to spoil too. But this has not helped that empty nest feeling of not being as needed as you once were. It’s great that my children are growing up, and being independent, but where does the time go and what do I do now?
At this point, in steps Dale, with another of his ‘bonkers’ ideas: “I’ve found a croft in Scotland. It’s beautiful, lets just pop up there and have a look?” Well, why not, I think, and that’s when things get interesting! After seeing the croft, and loving the feeling of peace - we got whilst there - and a lot of smooth talking from my husband, about the kind of life we could have, I was won over. Then every time we had an issue, with trying to get hold of the croft, it was overcome. So I really got the feeling that this was meant to be.
I am still nervous, about what life will be like, and I know that I am going to miss my family like crazy, but hopefully they will come to visit. I’ve promised to work them hard and feed them well! And I am pleased that Dale is going to be heading up there first, to sort most of the major items, with the odd ‘helper-weekend’ visit, from me, and hopefully the children too. He will be preparing and planting lots of fruit and veg, whilst I’ll be learning of ways and means of storing and preserving them; to help see us through the seasons.
I never thought that I’d be one of the brave ones, who do it instead of talking about it, but I guess we will be in for the adventure of a lifetime.
So, let's try and get them up to Scoraig - the schools need more pupils after all!