A Typical Scottish Weekend

There's a saying in Scotland... "If you see sky, it's going to rain. If you can't see sky, it's already raining." With the exception of a brief window of sunshine Saturday evening, our weekend in St Andrews fulfilled the tenets of that quote perfectly.

From the moment I stepped off the train Thursday evening to the moment we stepped back on the train Sunday afternoon, it was grey, windy, cold and invariably raining. Not that that is a bad thing in Scotland. Sure, if you go to the South of France or somewhere tropical, it would be miserable, but lets face it, it is Scotland and there is something to be said about suffering through miserable weather - though some people revel in it.

After an all day conference at the University of St Andrews, I was free to join Cora in relaxing for the weekend. We wandered the town at bit on Friday evening in the gathering cold and darkness. Now, St Andrews is a town with three large claims to fame: golf, the oldest university in Scotland and named after the patron saint of Scotland. Golf dominates a large swath of the town, especially down towards the West Sands area, which is where the Old Course and R&A clubhouse sit. In this area of town you will find oddly dressed men, many of which speak with unmissable American accents.

Moving up into the centre of town, University buildings crop up here and there. Unlike Cambridge, there are very few centralised colleges so students seem to meander all over the place, some carry books, others looks of unabashed wealth (it is the University of Prince William). Of course the golfers are still out in droves here as well, though now more of them have rather bored looking wives in tow.

Finally you reach the far Eastern end of town, where the old ruins of the Castle and Cathedral sit with impressive views out over the forbidding North Sea. The Cathedral used to be the biggest in Scotland and rivalled Santiago de Compostela in Spain as a pilgramage site, largely because it held relics of St Andrew. However, through the Reformation there were numerous attacks on the Cathedral and in the end it was reduced to only a few stretches of wall. It is an eerie feeling to stand in a grassy area with a fifty foot tall skeletal remain hulking above you and gravestones lined up just outside what should be walls. Add the harsh wind blowing straight off the sea and it was very atmospheric, though I am an historian, so maybe I see things differently.

We spent most of Saturday wandering various parts of the town, many of which we trod across multiple times. However, in the morning we wandered out onto the links courses that make St Andrews famous the world over. Now most people only know of the Old Course, but really there are three courses that kind of intertwine themselves throughout the dunes of the West Sands. The New Course is a mere 110 years old and is reckoned to be harder than the Old Course, but really if you were to see the pothole bunkers, blind shots of grouse as big as a house and wind whipping at all angles, it wouldn't really matter how hard they made the course, you would still shoot 150!

Now the most amazing thing about perhaps the most famous course in the world, is that members of the public can wander about it at will - bearing in mind that golf is a dangerous game.

Try to imagine doing that at Augusta or Congressional or one of those other famous courses. So, Cora and I wandered through the Jubilee, New and finally Old courses at will. We came across some players, most orthodox, others not so.

In the end we came to that place made famous through the ages, the small stone bridge in the middle of the 18th fairway and in some way it brings a level of peace to any soul, golfer or not.


All in all it was a good trip to Scotland and only proved to whet our appetite to explore more of this rugged and wild country, stay tuned for further adventures.

More pictures here

Wedding Bells

Wedding bells were ringing this past April 21, 2007 for our very close friends Bex and Rob!

The wedding took place in the most idyllic little English country church in Ringmer followed by a magnificent reception at Newick Park in Sussex. Despite England's reputation for being a rainy place, the sun shone down that weekend making it the most beautiful weather they could have ever asked for!


I went down the day before the wedding with Bex, her sister Nicola and close friend Steph and her parents as well as a few family friends from overseas. We stayed in a most charming room at Newick Park in what used to be the old Granary. After an afternoon spent eating a nice pub meal and getting our nails beautified we had some afternoon tea at Bex's Aunt and Uncle's house nearby. The champagne was brought out to celebrate before we headed off for an intimate dinner together - Bex, Nic, Steph and I with Ian and Alex - in a beautiful little room all to ourselves at the top of a pub.

(from left to right: Nicola, me, Steph, Bex and Alex)

The morning of the wedding was spent in classic wedding fashion, getting our hair done and doing makeup.


Guests started arriving to take the double decker bus to the church and then the wedding party followed in two gorgeous classic English cars. Spirits were high as we cruised country lanes in the sun to the church about 20 minutes away where everyone was now waiting.


The ceremony was a beautiful affair, lasting about an hour all told. The vicar was really good and made the ceremony wonderfully personal and even funny at times. This was further added to by the little looks Rob and Bex gave each other as they successfully responded to each thing the vicar said (they had a few issues the day prior for instance remembering to say 'I will' instead 'I do' and a few other things - all in all very cute). Vows and rings were exchanged and the groom kissed the bride before they existed the church as man and wife forever.

After the obligatory receiving line and pictures, Bex and Rob made their way back to Newick Park with lavendar scented rose petals in their hair.


There we were served chilled glasses of champagne and serenaded by a beautiful quartet under huge vines of blooming Wisteria. Some pictures were taken (had to get the guys in their typical English morning dress of course - and of course the man in the kilt - classic!) before dinner and toasts took place in a white marquee outside.



The cake cutting took place inside a beautiful room of the estate - take note here two things. First, this gorgeous cake was made by the mother of the groom, wow. But secondly, a traditional wedding cake in England is actually a fruit cake!

The whole affair was magnificent and perfectly planned (huge props to Alex, Bex's mom for all of her amazing efforts in organising it).

Most of all, it was a perfect way for Bex and Rob to start their new life together... congratulations to them both!

May your love for each other last forever!

Freedom at last!

At last, I have now officially finished my dissertation!! With the exception of one tiny little report I need to write about my internship - I have finally completed all of my courses, dissertation and other requirements for my MA!

While it was quite a struggle working full-time and writing some 20,000 odd words, well actually almost exactly 20,000 words since that is how the English system works - no more and no less - the whole process was an invaluable learning experience (this is a good thing since a huge part of it was actually looking at using experience for more effective learning).

Overall I learned a lot and feel that I can apply much of what I researched and wrote about to my career in intercultural communication. And now, finally, I can really get on with it! In the meantime, I am especially enjoying my freedom. I almost forgot what it feels like to be able to come home in the evening or wake up on the weekend and not have any daunting goal of writing x number of words.

The only thing left to do now is wait and see what results I get. Fingers crossed for me so I can officially graduate in November!