Happy 2012!

Happy New Year everyone! I hope you have had a great Christmas and New Year and that 2012 has gone off to a good start.

2012 is going to be an exciting year at Camas. Mainly because every year at Camas is quite exciting but also because of special fun things are happening. You might be aware of the fact that Mary has left Camas after 3 years of being the Commander in Chief. That in itself is not very exciting. It’s quite sad actually. She was (and still is – But I haven’t actually met her since she left) great, and will be missed by staff, guests, chickens, various seabirds and ticks. If I could make my own Camas ‘mount Rushmore’ on the quarry her face would be forever carved in pink granite.

The exciting thing that I’m trying to get to is that we have a new top dog coming in. A new chief, a new boss, manager, commander. A new… ehh… well, a new Co-ordinator. Mr Lloyd, Jon Lloyd, will be starting his post within short. And we are all (well, at least me, since I’m the only camas staff actually at Camas, but I’m sure others are too) very excited to welcome him, and soon after his arrival , other Camas staff will come back and the season will be up and running. Can’t wait.

The other exciting thing is that the little hut that Camas has on Iona is going to be refurbished. Holes will be filled in, things will be painted and, well the whole thing is pretty much going to be replaced. That makes me excited. No more strategic placements of buckets to catch water through leaks in the roof. No more lying awake on a stormy night wondering just how much it hurts to have a building collapse on your face. No more trying to guess where the mouldy smell is coming from and what long-term effects it’s going to have on my respiratory system. Again: can’t wait.

Apart from all these special excitements, Camas is going to have yet another season of fun. We have a terrific bunch of people lined up for the summer. A lot of groups coming back from previous years, and many new people are about to experience Camas this summer.

That is all from me at this time. A wish I had a camera so I could show you pictures of what Camas looks like in January. But I don’t. Maybe you can all draw a picture of what you think Camas looks like in January, post it on our facebook page, and then I can say which one is closest and everyone will know what it’s like. Do that.

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New game!

Allow me to apologise for the lack of blog post the last little while. I understand that you have all been waiting eagerly for the latest updates of what goes on at Camas. The truth is, not very much.

I don't mean to say that Camas is boring during winter. Or that the staff are sitting on their bums waiting for spring (although, today has been one of those days). There are lots of things to do. And there are lots of things (if slightly fewer) getting done. What I mean to say is that the things that I do do are not very inspirational. Starting a blog with 'today i was feeding the chickens', or 'today I was sitting inside doing office work all day' doesn't really seem like (or at least not very good) creative writing. Today I feel like there are enough collected moments from the past few days worthy of a blogpost.

If you have been in Scotland over the past week or so, you probably felt the breeze that came over us. We did too. I am happy to announce that Camas is still here. There were some scary moments but we all survived it. People, cats and chickens are all standing up. I spend most of the day inside listening to roof slates clattering above, wondering how many I would find, or not find, on the ground the next day (none were found, it's harder to account for how many were not found). Occasionally I had to run outside and pull a wheelbarrow from the sea, tie things to other things, close doors, etc (was contemplating tying string to chicken, and using as kite). It was an interesting day, but glad it is over.

And now to the title post. Today has been another windy day, and I'm proud to say that another Camas game has been invented. Track surfing!

• For 1 - 99 participants
• 18 - 30 years of age (if you are an old person you tend to not track surf, weak bones and all that, under 18's would not get parents consent anyway)

Needed:

• A windy day, preferably a northerly or southerly wind.
• A big jacket
• a wet track
• bad boots

How

Run with the wind in your back. Step on to the slippery track and let the wind carry you along. Longest continues surf wins. Broken bones, pierced skin, scraped face and sore bum will result in not only pain (and enjoyment by other participants), but also in minus points or in the case of serious breach of rules, disqualification or possible hospitalisation. Let the fun begin!

(don't try this at home without parental consent)

Also

Camas would like to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! We hope to see you at Camas next year!

Saws, Soup and Sunshine

Huath in Celtic, the fine Scottish native also known as Hawthorn was no match for our newest volunteers who had tree surgery at the top of their list of Camas tasks.

Two lads who had visited Camas earlier in the year decided to come back for more... and this time with much more hard work involved! They brought two tutors along, who also turned their hand to pruning branches and toppling timber on our first day of work exchange.

Sprucing up our native woodland area, and letting some light through!

Totally rearanging the polly tunnel, to have lovely low veg beds, accessable on all sides was made into a short task by some of the team!

After a tea break there was often a mysterious disappearing act, followed by the ghostly thud of footsteps upstairs, and the clatter of table tennis balls. Sometimes our hardy workers reappeared in the kitchen ready to cook, or do a track run, or lay the table for lunch.

Some delicious chutney was brewed, veg neatly chopped, and wood sawn for the winter.

The weather was dry for some fabulous green carpentry outside.

And an arched, gothic seat was created.

Of course a highlight was the beautiful last night reflection, where we looked back on how the week, and all that hard work had made us feel. Although it could be argued that gasious emissions were at an all time high, there was plenty of laughter and good feeling to go around, especially as we each got to sit in the seat of glory!
I hope you managed to open the windows sometimes on your way home!
We look forward to visiting you guys, and exchanging work in the garden.
Rosie Speakin signing out x

Camas Volunteers - a tribute, yo

Here we are, the ragtaggle and rather splendid Camas crew of 2011.

Our season is finished and we hope it was full of the best sort of memories for all of you who braved it down the track. Thanks for sharing Camas with us. Without these swashbuckling volunteers the good ship Camas would surely have floundered. Big love and a big hand to:

Adam
Autumn
Hamish
Kieran
Maddie
Natalie
Rachel
Rob

We've put up some flattering mugshots to remember you by as the long, cold, lonely winter descends...

The Autumn Collection - Part III (Exploring Creation)

Kathy Galloway hosted another creative adult week at Camas. We welcomed fifteen folk from all over Britain and beyond. They contributed to the common life and enjoyed the autumn colour of Camas, exploring nature, creation or 'The Big Book'. Some got the full sensory experience plunging into the big old sea for a swim. Others took the water in kayaks and got up close to the lichen-crusted coastal rock. Others took on the rock and abseiled! Folk were encouraged to pick up paintbrushes and pens and make art. Evenings were spent in cosy conversation. One highlight was a gorgeous sunny, sunny day (the last of the summer, perhaps?) spent on Erraid, the tidal island of Robert Louis Stevenson's Shipwrecked fame. The end of the week was celebrated with a delicious curry night, entertained at our seats and a final, thoughtful reflection from Kathy. We hope your sunny days at Camas stay with you all.

The Autumn Collection - Part II

Another week at Camas has come and gone. This time the last group of young people for the season, and one of our regulars.

The week started of with a few full days of solid rain. It rained, and it rained, and it rained. But the rain wasn’t going to dampen the spirits of this group. Quite the opposite. Soon after landing at Camas the waterproofs were on and a walk to the beach were on the schedule. We were to brave the rain for another couple of days doing shelter building in the woodland and other activities. Eventually we had to seek a slightly more waterproof shelter in the shape of the Camas buildings.

But just because we were inside doesn’t mean the fun stops. Lots of games (wink-murderer and Jungle speed were favourites) and art and craft (making books) and a bit of juggling skills.

The rain did stop. And we could finally venture outside again. Along with our more adventurous activities like kayaking, abseiling and rock-climbing the peat digging was a clear favourite. As long as you combine it with a good game of camouflage! Note to Becky: bright yellow wateproof trousers are not the best peat bog camouflage.

The week ended on a high with an evening prepared by our guests. Good food, beautiful decoration, nice relaxing reflection, and a brilliant quiz to test our knowledge of various things.

Good to see old faces and good to meet new people. Thanks guys for a brilliant week, hope you enjoyed it as much as we did!

Camas

The Autumn Collection - Part I

In September, we invited a delightful bunch of friendly faces back to the bay for 'Bring A Mate' week. Ah, those rosy, la-di-da days at the end of summer: all homemade ginger beer, crumpets and a little jolly seafaring with Rob, Tom, Ash, Rosaidh, Nita, Baby Una, Amy and Robin. Look at them enjoying the fresh sea air. How wholesome!

...But, this being Camas, it wasn't quite so simple. The ginger beer was alarmingly fizzy and bottles of the stuff exploded at unexpected intervals all through the week. A bit like the aquatron which exploded with something far less appealing. Don't ask. Really. The warm and fuzzy feeling of Bring A Mate week also exploded into a formidable rap battle - Rachel Marshal vs. Hamish Macrae a.k.a. Rach Against the Macrae - a spewed out rhyme-strewn character assassination, most of which cannot be repeated here. Here’s a little taster (can you handle it?):

If you want to run and hide, you wouldn’t be blamed, yo

Cos you’re entering a dangerous zone where only the insane go

Is there anyone better than I...at this rap game? No!

If we were cats I’d be Growler, chilled out in the kale

You’d be Boo, afraid of his own tail

If you’re feeling threatened better call the constabulary

I’m committing rhyme homicide with my formidable vocabulary

Ouch! Fiercesome stuff from MC Macrae. It is healthy to share you feelings afterall and once season's worth of pent-up rivalry had been vented through the medium of rap, Camas staff made-up and celebrated with the end of-season party. There was a feast of gourmet golden slice burgers under a candelabra lighting the banquet hall. Fancy stuff! Guests joining us from the local village and Iona for a bonfire, songs, balloons, dancing and merriment. How very, very fine.