Woos from the Highlands

We just got back home from a couple weeks in the Highlands of Scotland.  No internet.  Well, there is internet if I look for it, but I didn’t look for it.  Since there was no wifi signal I could see from my cottage, I packed up the powerbook for two weeks.

Woo report:  No Loch Ness Monster in sight.  But of course, there is no such beast.  My five year old boy is pretty sure of that.  No matter though, it does draw visitors in their thousands.  Without that, there would be little or no businesses in the small towns of the Great Glen.

Probably the most beautiful place on earth, though.  We would love to live there.  I’d even go off grid if I could make it work.  There are just too many practical problems with a non-EU citizen emigrating to Scotland, though.  Even if I should get permission to stay, I couldn’t afford enough land for my boys to farm, if they chose to do that when they grew up.

We stayed in Moffatt, southeast of Glasgow, on the way back to Hull.  Another absolutely beautiful town.  But we found a higher than usual concentration of woo there.  Right on the town square is the Centre of Wellness.  There, you can get your reflexology, chiropody, and plenty of other nonsense.  Around the corner, more reflexology and fortune telling.  I was quite surprised to see two of these shops in one small town high street.

To quote Ulysses Everett McGill, “Hard times have flushed the chumps, everyone’s looking for answers.”.  And there sure as hell are plenty of places that will relieve said chumps of their hard earned cash.