And no it’s nothing to do with Sgt Pepper teaching the band to play.
It was twenty years ago today (on this date is more accurate), I first set foot on Scottish soil. I had wanted to do this for quite some time but it never seemed to be even the remotest possibility. But, this year I had an extra year’s holiday leave from my job so it was “I’m doing it.”
We weren’t in a position for the entire family to go on this adventure so my hubby stayed home with our two young children and off I went.
There were a lot of firsts on this trip.
- First time flying. Yup, my first time and I’m going on my own and crossing the ocean. I’ve never done anything by halves before, so why start at that point in my life?
- First time in Scotland.
- First time meeting family that I knew of but had only written to (and not email) and exchanged Christmas cards with.
- First trip to the orphanage where my father and four of his siblings were raised.
- First time seeing where he was born and staying at Earlsfield Farm.
- Maybe most importantly of all, first time driving on the wrong side of the road on the wrong side of the car and shifting gears with the wrong hand.
See what I mean about a lot of firsts?
When I first drove by the signpost for Weets on my way to Earlsfield Farm just outside Kennethmont, I got all weepy. Weets was where my father was born.
From the first time I clapped eyes on this spooky old hulk, I fell in love with it. I bet those old stone walls are filled with stories and maybe even a ghost or two. What do you think?
So that’s my twenty years ago adventure. Being on my own, I spent all my time behind the camera, and to this day I’m still more comfortable on that side.
What were some of your “huge” firsts? I’d love to hear about them.