The wrong services

Well I’m at the wrong services. You know, the one where I always stop on route to Englandshire, for a good coffee and a blog. I’ve no idea what its called or where it, I just seem to always need a coffee and a rant as I’m nearing it. But not tonight. Tonight I have begrudgingly pulled into Gretna services. I’ve so far managed to moan about the fact that meat free sandwiches mostly seem to be on white bread. Why?! And distrustingly ordered a coffee, which is actually rather nice. I’ve also got a scone to go at, just for sentimentality as I’m due to cross the border soon.

Well, my eight months in Spey Bay are over. Am I sad? Horrendously.

On my last shorewatch today, at Macduff, I did see a lonesome dolphin, which will have to keep me cetaceafied for a while. I received a beautiful card and homemade ginger cookies from some of my favourite shorewatchers Pam and Ian. Even their friendly gulls came to say goodbye. With a loaded up Bubbles I said my goodbyes and left heaven. I managed to sob all the way to Aberlour at which point I was suddenly distracted and hypnotised by the ridiculous beauty of the autumnal highland trees. Pink and orange and yellow. Multi-coloured valleys and hills just went on endlessly, with the odd reflective loch dotted here and there. I then sobbed at the beauty of Scotland. I love Scotland.

Sobbing over, it has been a wonderful experience in Spey Bay. I hope you have enjoyed sharing my experiences. Fear not though, as one adventure ends another must surely begin.

I’ll be blogging very soon…
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About Olivia N Masi

From art college drop-out, to office space-planner, to back-packer, to air stewardess, to brolly babe, to model agent, to wildlife conservationist. How? I've always believed in jumping at every opportunity that comes my way. This has taken me along some bizarre career paths. None of which I regret. I have been to amazing places and met fascinating people. And having worked in the motor sport industry I've sadly experienced too many beloved friends take one adrenalin step too many. I think of them always. I've hung out with pop-stars, sports personalities, and millionaires. I reached a point when nothing but VIP would do. And then something happened. My pops passed away and I felt the need to reconnect with my Italian side. Whilst in Italy, I learnt to be resourceful, to recycle everything, to listen to the valley, to grow my own veg, to catch and tame feral cats, and to follow my heart. My heart led me to a desire to save this beautiful Earth, and all the wonderful life upon it. And so I read, and then I studied with the Open University. I suddenly found myself accepted on a BSc in Wildlife Conservation, having left school with pitiful qualifications. So here I am. A qualified Wildlife Conservationist. A scientist I suppose. I love nothing more than to listen to birdsong, and watch, learn and photograph wildlife. So here is to me getting the perfect job where I can contribute to saving one of Earth's beautiful species. Do I miss the glamour of the old life? The VIP lifestyle? The petrol-head adrenalin? The buzz of being a successful business owner? Only occasionally. Though it seems more like the distant dreams of a previous life.
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