Beautiful sunshine, strikingly blue sky, blossoming trees. My present Scottish scenery. There had been no rain for four days in a row. Oh, how I appreciate it! Each sunny day is a gift.
This last week housekeeping had been also added to my "worklist". I found it difficult only on a so-called strip day - which means those days when the groups of guests leave. It is always Friday and Monday. On these days all beds must be done anew and a thorough cleaning should be done in all rooms.
It is much less stressful however than serving breakfast for example. Especially because our chef is not a morning person (and that's the rather diplomatic way of saying it), being in a bad mood almost every morning. Swearing or kicking against the stove are his worst habits. At other times, during the day, he is nice, joking around with a naughty look in his eyes. He looks, laughs, and at these occassions, acts like a real pixie. No wonder, we are in Scotland...
I'm slowly starting to discover my surroundings. I had my Saturday off with a wonderful weather, so I chose one of the walking paths that leads to Knockfarrell, an ancient Pictish hillfort. The path leads most of the time uphill, it's a very good exercise... So I walked on green hills, among thorny bushes with yellow flowers (they seem to grow everywhere here). They charmed me with their aroma as sweet as honey.
I saw two brown rabbits on the way as well as grazing sheep. The grass I walked on was like a green velvet carpet. On top of the hill at Knocfarrell the wind blew very strong - and not the warm south wind, no. Strong and cool. I sheltered myself at the trunk of a huge pine tree, and tried to listen to his whispers about his relationship with the wind. Wind represents freedom, I heard him suggest, as I tried to hide myself within his covering. It clears away dust, too. And when you have your roots firmly grounded, it cannot harm you.
So I learned something, again. And decided to come back to "my" tree whenever I can...
This last week housekeeping had been also added to my "worklist". I found it difficult only on a so-called strip day - which means those days when the groups of guests leave. It is always Friday and Monday. On these days all beds must be done anew and a thorough cleaning should be done in all rooms.
It is much less stressful however than serving breakfast for example. Especially because our chef is not a morning person (and that's the rather diplomatic way of saying it), being in a bad mood almost every morning. Swearing or kicking against the stove are his worst habits. At other times, during the day, he is nice, joking around with a naughty look in his eyes. He looks, laughs, and at these occassions, acts like a real pixie. No wonder, we are in Scotland...
I'm slowly starting to discover my surroundings. I had my Saturday off with a wonderful weather, so I chose one of the walking paths that leads to Knockfarrell, an ancient Pictish hillfort. The path leads most of the time uphill, it's a very good exercise... So I walked on green hills, among thorny bushes with yellow flowers (they seem to grow everywhere here). They charmed me with their aroma as sweet as honey.
I saw two brown rabbits on the way as well as grazing sheep. The grass I walked on was like a green velvet carpet. On top of the hill at Knocfarrell the wind blew very strong - and not the warm south wind, no. Strong and cool. I sheltered myself at the trunk of a huge pine tree, and tried to listen to his whispers about his relationship with the wind. Wind represents freedom, I heard him suggest, as I tried to hide myself within his covering. It clears away dust, too. And when you have your roots firmly grounded, it cannot harm you.
So I learned something, again. And decided to come back to "my" tree whenever I can...
