After the splitting blue skies of yesterday, today brought with it a very flat light – fittingly meeting our mood having had a late night last night watching the Stornaway based band Peat and Diesel in Edinburgh. The farm stops for no man, woman or fuzzy head though. Fergus has in fact decided that chasing tups around the field to re-keel them is a perfect antidote to the night before. I’m not convinced.
The night rounded off what has been a sociable week on the farm. We welcomed to our home this week a couple of folks linked to COP 26 – an very old friend from Seattle pitching his hemp jeans as an alternative to resource intensive denim, and Sawodogo - a civil servant from the Burkina Faso Foreign Affairs office who was supporting his country’s delegation to the event. It was fascinating to hear first-hand about the machinations of the summit and understand better the challenges for small developing countries to find an effective voice.
Sawadogo’s schedule had been pretty full on for the first 10 days of the event, but with an opportunity for a couple of days downtime he was keen to get some fresh air, his hands dirty and experience some practical Scottish farming. Fergus was more than happy to have an interested helper – most of your eggs and potatoes this week were probably packed by Sawadogo. It made us think about the lost opportunity of all those other diplomats ensconced in hotels across the central belt – such a wasted chance to have a rich cultural exchange and make new friends. With his departure at the end of the week coinciding with Gemma (our most recent volunteer/woofer) leaving, the house once again seems impossibly quiet. Hopefully we can now be back in the routine of having a bustling house again, similar to pre covid times.