Most of you know by now that I have never been to the USA. I wonder how many of you have been to the UK? What were your impressions of it? No, rephrase that, what were your impressions of the area that you did visit? Did you go to London? That seems to be a magnet for many tourists, although, I can’t really see why, all hustle and bustle, crowds and noise, I hate it! I’m a country girl, as I know many of you are also, and much happier in a field full of animals than a street full of people.
HOUSES OF PARLIAMENT FROM THE LONDON EYE.
Many of you seem to write (or read) books with Scottish themes or heroes. I’m interested, can those of you who do write these stories please tell me, are these imaginary places to you, or have you actually been there?
I love to see the full regalia of a hunky Scottish piper, and the sound of the pipes stirs something deep inside. I do have Scottish ancestry, and my family lived back there for a couple of years, when I was about 5-6 years old. After I married, we often went on holiday to Scotland. I consider it my ‘spiritual home’. There is a certain ‘feeling’ about it that I can’t really describe, but which I guess, many of you must have felt about places which are dear to your hearts too. I’d really love to hear about your special places.
I believe that memories from way back are stored in our DNA, and perhaps those memories are awakened once more when we go somewhere, or do something which one of our ancestors also did. My love of the outdoors, and especially horses and pigs, can be traced to the Scottish (and Irish) ancestors. In Ireland, my GG Grandmother lived in a small cottage at the side of a lough and kept pigs. (I can’t resist those little pink squealers!) One part of the Scottish family had a small farm, and one GGG Grandfather worked with heavy horses.
GREAT GREAT GRANDPARENTS ALEXANDER FROM SCOTLAND.
The heavy horses came down the line, with my G Grandfather eventually killed at Liverpool docks where he worked as a carter, when a heavy load fell on him. Then his son, (my dear Grandad) worked in the same occupation until he retired. My first job was working at a pony stud, and I started riding at the age of three, and had two ponies of my own for a while. (Still riding, off and on).
When my husband, Chris, our daughter Sara, and I, went on our holidays to Scotland, we all loved it, then on one trip, we went to a distant place we had never been to before. We arrived late on a stormy night, and set up our tent on a small rocky beach side site with very Spartan facilities. It was dark, so we couldn’t really see the place, and it was cold and windy so we just put up the tent fast and disappeared inside and into our sleeping bags even faster!
The next morning your truly was first up, and opened the tent, to be greeted by a beautiful double rainbow. The place was wild and empty, with very few houses around. It looked as if it had remained almost completely untouched for many years. As I went out to look around the area the haunting beauty of the place struck me, and strolling on the empty, white sandy beach, I was suddenly overcome with the most enormous emotions. I began to cry, and had to sit down, my legs just wouldn’t hold me. My mind and heart were telling me I had come home at last! I knew that place was my real home!
Does that sound totally stupid to you?
We went back there a couple of times, until Chris could no longer drive due to ill health (I never did learn to drive unfortunately). Each time I was filled again with that powerful sense of belonging. I have been researching my Family Tree for a while now and got back to the late 1700’s in Scotland, but so far, no-one I have found ever lived in that particular place. Maybe it comes from even further back, maybe my ancestors were really Vikings, and that was where they landed first!! LOL! Is there a rational explanation? Or is it really in my DNA?
Are any of you doing something now that could only have come down from a family member from the past. Neither of my parents were at all ‘horsey’, and I never saw Grandad’s heavy horses, so where did my love of horses come from? Also, I am a real ‘foodie’, love cooking, reading cookbooks, watching cookery programmes, have a kitchen full of cooking ‘gadgets’, even took a Cordon Bleu course on leaving school, yet no-one in the family had ever had anything to do with cooking. Mum has always done as little as she could get away with! Where on earth did that come from? More research needed I think.
This is a subject which has always really interested me, although I haven’t used any of it in a story yet. Maybe one day eh? Should we call it Déjà vu? Or is it something more than that?
If any of you want information on any aspects of UK, (especially Scotland) please give me a shout, and I will do my very best to help.