So, it's the Spring Equinox and of course there are snow showers down here and on the high hills above. Edinburgh's crocus displays around The Meadows were heralding the change in season over a month ago. With us they have just come into bloom with early daffodils to follow. Geese are leaving and the last flock of waxwings fleetingly colonised our rowan tree three weeks ago. This pattern of relative predictability is what we have grown to expect. What has taken me and possibly you by surprise is the absolute avalanche of shift in human behaviour all over the world. Just where are we heading?
As I write this in a window overlooking the pond I am waiting on a call from the hospital in Inverness to tell us we have a fourth grandchild. His parents might have stayed on in Amman, Jordan, Dad in and out of Syria on humanitarian aid work. They didn't. Rather they have opted for a Scotland based post with the same organisation and are living down the road from us. So here I write, my mind wandering around the reality of a climatically and politically heated up world and anguishing about just how these grandkids of ours will be faring at our age.
This hostel has been on the go now for coming up twenty years. Twenty five years ago I had done no more than look askance at the computer competences of others. The problem for me now is that while I have gained a number of basic skills and can dabble not unsuccessfully with regard to the communicating of what we need to tell the world about our hostel, the horizon is not only still way ahead of me but receding at a meteoric rate into the blue, or whatever cosmic colour is out there. So to have not only our hostel team, one or two of whom are quite techie savvy, but also family input from the 'Young' - he has an equally smart sister over the river from us - is good news indeed.
|Late winter construction project|
Margaret tells us that this week will see her last Scottish Independent Hostels AGM. We owe you Margaret big time so thank you, thank you. As far as we here can see, there remains from throughout the UK and further afield a continuing affection for the diverse offerings made by Scotland's independent hostels. Positive, well forged ambience worn openly on the sleeve, innovative hospitality, anything but 'plastic' and boringly predictable and a vitality born of ownership. In our hostel team we encourage everyone, including the long stay volunteer, to 'take ownership' Where our
folk can rise to that challenge they too grow.
So no top down disempowering hierarchies here. That, I guess, is what makes our hostel
visitors, time and again commend the 'passion about the place' they have been
met with from our team. I am sure this
thinking is much replicated elsewhere. Ask the hostellers; they'll know.
|Hot tub - always a winner!|
Late winter maintenance and construction is well nigh complete in readiness for an increase in visitors once the wee camping ground comes alive on 1st May. The hot tub is firing, lambs are expected in late April, waterfowl are laying, the crow is sounding off, hopeful of bagging an egg a day and yes, we are still waiting on that phone call from the hospital.
Hey, it's just come. Welcome Maxwell.