Angus Gold (Press photo added)
A little bonus post for you …
A few days ago there was a headline in our local paper that a man had found a nugget of gold in Angus … is that unusual? well according to the comments not so unusual but I would go further and argue that we find Angus Gold every day that we stay here. I woke up this morning to brilliant sunshine, tweeting birds and a golden drift of tete a tete narcissi in the garden. My garden is wild and overgrown and I really must get out there and fix it up soon.
I have an added incentive now because the house on one side is recently vacated, the house on the other side is pretty much vacant during the week and a building site at weekends. Plus I sense an uneasy truce with the old boy at the end of the garden who has been a thorn in my side … for the past four summers my garden has not been my haven because of other people’s behaviours and now I have a wee window to claim it back. But there in the middle of the muddle is some nodding in the wind Angus Gold.
However yesterday I witnessed a spectacle involving Angus’ other gold; I don’t have pictures I wish I could have captured it but it would have been difficult. I saw what in the desert would be a sandstorm – except Angus isn’t a desert it is rich fertile agricultural land; and it is this rich soil combined with natural water sources on which Angus is founded. An agricultural county which has always lived off the fat of the land but the good water sources then allowed diversification so hemp was grown, soaked in natural ponds and then taken to factories to be made into jute. Water would also have powered mills for flour and even weaving and more latterly water has been adopted as a power source through small hydro electric schemes.
As I went into Forfar yesterday the scene along Strathmore was incredible – I can only describe it as a red gold mist; a swirling maelstrom, the like of which I have never seen in all the time I have stayed here. The freshly ploughed and harrowed soil has been dried out by the recent strong winds and yesterday the wind was picking up fine grains of our rich red soil and whipping it into the air and away.
This doesn’t look very red golden does it? but this is what it was like for drivers on the dual carriageway past Forfar – now maybe you can see why my face was so sore!
Why am I writing this today instead of yesterday? well firstly because I forgot to tell you yesterday but secondly because I woke up this morning with a sore and swollen face and realised that the soreness in my eye last night was from the fine particles of soil in the air – why do I say that? well because when I was in Forfar it was like being sandblasted; I had sandy grains stuck in my lip balm – so I have given my lips a good exfoliation! I hate to think what chemicals may have been hitting my face caught up in that soil.
Still is was a amazing sight to see Angus’ red gold getting turned into a mist!