Posie's Blog. Tales of island life on a hebridean hill farm

Posie's Blog. Tales of island life on a hebridean hill farm

Saturday, 19 June 2010

Hogmanay 2007

The farmhouse has been bursting with friends and family as Christmas has merged into Hogmanay which in turn has merged into a blurry time of partying with the first footers that traditionally call at the house to welcome in the New Year, a Scottish tradition which can go on for some weeks, as the festive season continues well into the New Year. Bottles of whisky are tucked into tractor cabs as the farmers feed the beasts in the fields and offer a dram to anyone they happen to meet along the way. Visitors come and go, never empty handed, always with a bottle or some cake, carrying on an age old tradition of ‘first footing’. A welcome awaits you at any door as the islanders celebrate Ne’er Day and the Old New Year, a time of tremendous hospitality, of feasting and fun.

The farmhouse kitchen has been a hive of activity food constantly coming in and out of the Rayburn providing feasts for all of the troops along the way.

Christmas now seems a hazy blur of excited children. Youngest so thrilled that santa got her just what she wanted, that he had received her letter, the one she wrote weeks ago, and then made extra copies to send, just to make sure he got it. A breakfast of smoked salmon and champagne, Christmas lunch, turkey with all of the trimmings, as children, grandparents, the happy potters, girlfriend and family gathered around the table, a fire roaring in the background.

Then the revellers arrived, the Bt boys, over for a few days work in between the festivities. My brother with his party of ten and a dog…did I mind? He asked me last week! Friends over from the mainland to join us for an island Hogmanay, and so the social gatherings continued, jaunts to the beaches to blow away the cobwebs in the wild and blustery weather, followed by hearty meals, with more mouths to feed than usual.

Forty of us took in the bells at the farm, the happy farmer letting off a stream of fireworks as we all huddled in the cold night air, and then danced until the ‘late’ small hours, managing a few hours of sleep before more first footers began to descend, and so the socialising continued, the food and drink kept flowing, until the ferry arrived to take them home, and the stragglers had to return to work and the school routines took over once more…..

Until next time….


laurie said...

it is wonderful seeing a snowman when it is so hot and muggy outside.

Posie Rosie said...

Laurie it is beautiful here....lovely sunshine, feels a bit odd posting old blogs and photos, I hope it doesn't feel too much like leafing through the pages of an old magazine...Good to hear from you,

Pipany said...

I loved reading this Rosie. Sounds pretty much perfect to me x