Advice I was given yesterday.
- Don’t eat the black pudding (ignored that already at breakfast today)
- Be nice (excellent tenet)
- Don’t work for anyone you don’t like (I will add a codicil of “unless you have no choice”, rent and food are not luxuries)
- Say yes (presumably unless you don’t like the person asking)
Notwithstanding the fact that these are huge generalisations and there will be plenty of exceptions to prove the rule, I have added some of my own already, as far as advice for graduates as well as mere Certificate holders such as me they are more succinct and more relevant than much of the stuff that has been doled out to me over my many years in many very different educational institutions.
I rather wish I had a video of the man in question during his talk / speech / stand up routine, as James Alexander Sinclair , reknowned
stand up comedian, garden designer has a wicked twinkle in his eye that belies his sober appearance and is an accomplished choreographer, taking control of the stage that we, the graduates had merely marched across, certificates in hand, only moments earlier. However, pop over to his website for a photo – he looks rather good in a floral headress, and perhaps read his blog to get a little taste of his way with words.
My journey to the lecture hall at RBGE on 12th September began something like this.
Me (observing husband deep in contemplation of expensive fishing tackle on a well-known on-line auction site): Do you remember how helpful you found the herbal healing salve I made you?
Him (not looking up from piscatorial porn): Hmmmm
Me: I wondered if I should apply for that course at the Edinburgh Botanics I was telling you about.
I signed up on the spot. And so I morphed from Mum to Professor Smellie Sprout and have never looked back. Regular and observant readers will know that in October 2020 I take the next step in my herbal journey and start training with Nicki Durrell at The Plant Medicine School in Cork with a view to becoming a fully fledged medical herbalist. I certainly didn’t see that coming when I told my school careers advisor (in all seriousness) that I wanted to be a spy, or as a fall back, an actress.
And so, almost a year later Stuart and I arrived at Edinburgh airport from ten days in northern Spain at some silly o’clock hour and crashed out in our Airbnb, chosen to be within walking distance from RGBE, we didn’t think we were going to be up to much travelling the following day!
Dress (suitably botanical) ironed, hair tamed as best I could I presented myself for registration. Gosh, there were a lot of people, and they all looked as if they were very knowledgeable. I was in awe of those that held little tickets that declared they had completed a course in botanical illustration, what witchery is that?! But lo, I spied a handful of my fellow Herbalogy Certificators (?) and then there we were, clutching our order numbers seated alphabetically by course ready for the off.
I have been to a number of graduations of my own and more speech days and prize givings than I care to remember. There were three speakers …..
But the Herbology Gods were smiling, nay they were laughing. First up was David. If ever there was a perfect example of why Garden Design (new career) is better for the soul than Banking (previous career) it was David. Pim followed with a wonderful pictorial summary of the MSc in Biodiversity and Taxonomy of Plants which left me wondering if there was room for a Colombian field trip in the Herbology Certificate too!
Next up was Mr Sinclair above and then suddenly it was all over and we were being marshalled for photographs.
Health and safety alive and well – this was our photographer in the aptly named cherry picker.
It perhaps says something about our particular group that we had all noticed that there we had two drink tokens per person for the reception, and there was rocky road. I believe there were other nibbles but champagne and rocky road did it for me.
And now …. ? Well who knows but for the time being I shall keep saying yes and see what happens.
Love Gillie x