Fraserburgh, Scotland, UK
Grey faces, grey sky, grey sea, grey granite buildings and a
strong north wind that creates horizontal rain. On a sunny day Fraserburgh can be beautiful but in December it is damp, dark and grim however the people’s quick wit, dry humour and generosity of
heart has made me go ahhhh! Home sweet
home. On the corner of North east Scotland this once bustling, wind blasted,
treeless, fishing port is home to about 12, 000 hard working folk,
some of which are immigrants for eastern Europe. Many of the men work away from
home in dangerous jobs either off shore on the oil rigs or at sea, so North
East women as traditionally pretty strong and self reliant. Being here is humbling, a good reality check
and a reminder to appreciate the simple things in life such as family, good
health and a non rainy day.
I have
been having a great time visiting all my relations and drinking way too many cups
to tea, laying flowers at granny and granda’s grave, shopping and preparing for
xmas with mum, going for walks with dad, and just been amazed at how my friends
kids have grown into beautiful, smart young ladies and my brother kids into chivalrous
young men. Wow where did the time go and boy am I fortunate to be here.
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