corrugated way of thinking

in the name of the wood.

We tend to forget where we’re from. 
However glamourous cities may feel – tinsel-style glow from out of space or simply concrete-convenient – magnets from the material (artificial) world somehow distort perspective from a realer world.
The notion of a simple life – off motorways, double-glazed, lockable windows and other peace of mind security devices – closer to the world we can feel, see , touch, smell from dawn to dusk, as vibrant as a dawn chorus, sometimes feel like a distant dream.
In the name of money making, we lock ourselves in our own jails and lose sight of a richer life.
 Before man became a city dweller, he was a woodsman and he belonged to the world of country folk.
However precarious his place in this world might have been, his sense of wealth was not much different to today’s urban world.
He knew the meaning of red;
could read danger in what he collected from the woods for survival, and build shelters in harmony with his surroundings.

Glasgow erected by the Celts. 

Carbeth, only some fifteen minutes from today’s town centre, has kept this sense of living among the grandeur of the woods. On my very first visit in early September, I fell in love with, not only Carbeth Guthrie, but the entire estate – hutters’ world.

Hut, cabane, that currogated way of life, of thinking, has always inhabited my heart. I still remember my very first hut, in the backyard of my grand parents’ rented accommodation, Rue de la Libération in Gisors, Normandy, was nicknamed by my maternal grand mother as “la cabane au Canada“. A simple shed turned into a cosy hut by my Mamie, with my grand father’s help, enchanted my early childhood. It was a place where imagination could roam free and safe at will. During summer, we would spend all our days… Countless lunches, afternoons and early evenings behind the high walls of our secret world. Safe from the incessant traffic and other urban chaos. A safe haven, in which we could smile and live as ourselves.My grand parents were tenants and lived at No. 18, just underneath the attic of a building that had survived Nazi bombs from WWII. Every spring, swallows would return to their respective nests just under the edge of the slate roof. At dusk, I still remember the blackbird calling and performing its majestic song… To walk around the Carbeth Estate with my friend and boat builder, Ruth Macdougall as my guide, made me reconnect to this notion of currogated world. 

Simple life, Thoreau Style

A hutter’s way of thinking and lifestyle is by no means an easy one.
American essayist, poet, philospher and individualist, Henry D Thoreau, has devoted his sense of geopoetics around a pond and wood near Concord, Massachusetts. To be a hutter is to accept a more modest, close-to-the natural world. Thoreau was a “pirate” in many ways, notably by rejecting the comfort of the urban life for a comfortable socio-economical member of a society dictated by so few through money and laws… He belonged to a league of men who saw their place in a world free of artificial frills so very few folk actually enjoy.  The faces I met on the Carbeth Estate were those of happy common folk with smiles. Some huts look really trendy and cosy, whereas others, dilapedated… To live inside the wood is not necessarily a priviledge exclusive to a few in our day and age.

To be a hutter is to accept our place in a material world in which rocks do not need to shine in terms of monetary value. My material world is full of rocks, shells and pebbles, I usually encounter when walking the shore of my island.  To be a hutter is to accept that the wind can whistle through the walls of your home, or shake floors during a storm, or even a leaking roof. To live at one with the world as it is known free of monetary mirrors… Ten years ago, I fled the fever of the city and came closer to this less comfortable way of life (as this may be perceived by some). My wealth is my freedom as well as my hutter’s way of thinking, as taught by my maternal grand mother initially when I was a child. My “cabane shetlandaise” remains my castle. Such way of life has brought me closer to the natural world, the real world as well as a simpler life. I am proud to be a hutter on my island and feel at one with fellow hutters from Carbeth! 

Haiku string
huttersworld (1) –
in every corner of the wood,
free to live at one with the world.
#haiku fae 60N

huttersworld (2)
magpies’ delight,
Chinaman’s hat shines inside wood.
#haiku fae 60N
huttersworld (3)
not quite the barn or the byre,
currogated way of thinking.
#haiku fae 60N



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6 responses to “corrugated way of thinking

  1. Beautiful Nat. I'm about to become a hutter and this post is a nice inspiration. Sometimes I think I won't be able to do it but I shall return here to be buoyed.

  2. Old WaysIn our dreams, we soften often old rustic life.To live under a cosy thatch, drink water from a spring well,warmed by log fires bake bread on hearth, sit with doors unlatchedscratch pictures on frosted glassAnd never mind the Rats!©MRL 19.09. 2011

  3. Are you, Sara? You have the ocean in your blood, and yet, that corrugated way of thinking is a lifeline 🙂 It's good to be buoyed somewhere – the beauty with them resides in their spirit! Happy hutting x

  4. Wonderful lines, Sir Heron!!! Thank you for sharing :-)))

  5. The power of simplification is profound if we allow ourselves the space to continuously engage with the notion of simplicity. It has to be an ongoing intention, You have to work at it, I think, and nature helps… It’s something I strive for each day 🙂 Thank you.

    • Absolutely, Nicky. I adhere to this notion as well. Our modern lifestyles pocketed around the world are veiled by too many (though tantalising) shiny things so addictive we have shelved the very essential to oblivion. 🙂

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