Saturday, 16 November 2013
Take The WWOOF With The Smooth
Now that I have had sufficient time away from the soil-face for my old acquaintances Perspective and Clarity to pop by for a rare chat, I thought it might be useful to do some kind of general write-up of the WWOOF thing as I see it so far.
WWOOFing is strange, there's no two ways about it. It without fail involves situations and experiences (both good and bad) that you wouldn't normally encounter, but what exactly are the pros and cons of WWOOFing?
The Pros
From my, albeit fairly limited, sampling I would say the most obvious benefits are those I wrote about wanting to achieve back in August - learning practical skills, improved health and fitness, and the reduction of the role of money in life. Tick, tick and tick! However, the things I have actually appreciated most about WWOOFing have been subtly different to those I anticipated. I think my top three pro's are:
Freedom of Movement: WWOOFing is a loose arrangement. Although ideally you should keep to the dates and time-frames you have committed to with the various hosts - out of common decency apart from anything else - these are usually only brief periods. In general, with a bit of warning and planning, you can go wherever you want, whenever you like, with no real ties or responsibilities. For a fickle and flighty person like myself, this is very liberating!
Holistic living: With this kind of lifestyle there is no unnatural separation or segregation between work (a place where you trot off to for an arbitrary number of hours and do a specific type of task completely unrelated to the rest of your existence, ad nauseum) and home/life (everything else). Plus the work you are doing comprises real tasks that need to be carried out for concrete and tangible reasons, e.g. pulling the ingredients for that night's meal straight from the ground, feeding the chickens so that they don't die/stop laying eggs for you to eat, etc. It feels good spending your time like this, you feel connected to reality and, well, kind of wholesome if that word isn't too sickening.
Meeting people: Before I started WWOOFing I fully expected to either be working on my own a lot, or to hate any other WWOOFers I might end up thrown together with. WRONG! Despite a natural tendency toward misanthropy and my advancing years (ehem) I can't think of one other volunteer I didn't either immediately like, or grow to feel massive affection for. I was expecting to encounter mostly young, silly, gap-year partying types that I would be in a completely different life-phase to, but in fact they were nearly ALL interesting, genuine people, with whom I got on well and had stuff in common, despite big differences in background, age, life experience etc. I can't explain how pleasantly surprised I am by this! I would even go so far as to say it has been the best thing about the whole experience.
The Cons
And so to the cons - as there are sadly also some significant cons to WWOOFing, in my opinion. I have to say as a disclaimer here that a lot of people, especially younger or less fussy people, probably wouldn't feel the burn of the negatives in the same way that I have, but I think it would be remiss of me if I didn't highlight the following:
Lack of Boundaries/Control: Unless you are happy to be very firm and don't mind incurring displeasure, when you are WWOOFing you have little-to-no say about basically anything. For example: what hours you work, what tasks you do, when you take breaks, what you eat, when you eat, how much you help out with cooking/housework, how much time you spend with other people, or basically anything about your 'on-duty' days (days off are of course another matter). Plus, any of these things can be switched around on you at a moment's notice This is perfectly understandable as WWOOFing is, by it's nature, not a defined thing with set boundaries but it really pisses me off. I'm used to the normal working world with it's regulated structures and lines that are not ever crossed, and it's been a difficult adjustment to say the least. I have been pretty lucky, if other people's accounts are anything to go by, and have had fairly reasonable hosts, but it's still annoying having no control over your daily life!
Food Hygiene: I wouldn't say I am a clean freak, far from it, but I have noticed a common theme in my experiences so far has been feeling uncomfortable about poor food hygiene. Without being unnecessarily rude, I would say I have learned that everyone has different ideas of what constitutes 'clean' when it comes to washing-up, kitchen surfaces, pets' access to food preparation areas, how often tea towels and hand towels are washed and where they are kept, how long food remains edible and how clean it should be before it is consumed. I have not been particularly ill during the last few months so ignoring practices which I would normally have recoiled from doesn't seem to have done me any harm, but I can't say it makes me feel comfortable or happy either.
Other Food Issues: There is something about effectively 'paying' people in food that creates conditions for some strange old behaviour in this area. This was not a problem at the community I stayed with, but it was definitely a bit of a thing at the other places and I wonder how common it is with WWOOFing. Giving people food in exchange for labour turns it into some kind of currency, which surely has a lot of potential to be problematic, especially as many hosts take WWOOFers due to lack of funds with which to pay waged employees and they naturally wish to be frugal about their outgoings (aka food purchases). I definitely picked up on some tensions about how much and/or what I ate anyway - being closely watched by hosts, being told I couldn't eat certain things, different people around the table being provided with different portion sizes, being offered seconds a lot more freely once the host had decided they liked me etc. At first I wondered if I was being paranoid, but having discussed it with other volunteers I don't think this was the case. One girl was actually accused of being 'greedy' after having an extra helping of food at lunch one day. In her words: 'That kind of thing is not appropriate! Even as a joke. Is it going to take a fat person crying to make them realise that?'
I guess the important question is: do the positives outweigh the negatives? I think at a good host's, one where you are genuinely learning and being provided with interesting tasks, they do, especially if you hit it off in terms of personalities and human relations. But one thing that I have definitely learned from my first experiments with WWOOFing is that the best way to appreciate the positives and minimize the negatives is to keep the initial stay to around 10 days.
A lot of hosts specify a minimum stay of 2, 3 or 4 weeks, but in my opinion 10 days is enough to properly sample what life in a place is like, explore the area a little bit, get to know the hosts and try your hand at the type of tasks carried out. Any longer than that, if it's not completely the right place for you, starts to feel like an endurance test. On the other hand, if it is the right place for you, then 2, 3 or 4 weeks isn't remotely enough and you would need to arrange longer to really have a chance to settle in, get some stability and benefit from the learning opportunities.
So, on the next leg of my farming mission, I intend to arrange shorter stays with a larger variety of hosts, at least until I find somewhere I would like to stay for a significant amount of time. However, I have also decided that, quite frankly, it's too freakin cold to be working outside at the mercy of some random strangers who may or may not be reasonable for the next few months and I will instead be found hiding in a cosy nest (aka caravan) at my sister's. I will also be writing a PhD proposal, if that sounds a bit more constructive! Keep your fingers crossed for the success of my funding application...
See you back here in March :-)
Friday, 1 November 2013
Host 3: Smallholding in Devon - Reflections (Aka, The Good, The Bad and The Ugly)
Host 3. Ahhh, host 3, where do I begin? Let's start with the Good.
The Good
This Devonshire smallholding was an amazing creation of Mr Host's, a guy who took over a blank slate of a field 15 years ago and has gradually transformed it into an idyllic place, comprising an orchard, forest garden, market garden, and flower garden/workshop/lawn area, with packing/storage sheds, polytunnels, chicken, geese and duck enclosures, compost loos and compost heaps. He had placed an emphasis on planting heritage and rare strains of plant species, and creating the types of habitats that attract the birds and bees etc. Clearly a labour of love, it was pretty darn cool, and basically the dream smallholding of any self-sufficiency aspirant. Mr Host was hugely enthusiastic and a mine of information, and I learned a lot from him. I was also provided with a nice variety of jobs (apple-picking, log-sawing and goat-milking were my favourites) and the work was paced nicely with tea+snack breaks. Although the days were longer, they felt a bit easier than previously, I think this may have been because I've finally got my stamina and muscles trained up a bit, yay!
Mr and Mrs Host were both very patient and welcoming; this was the first place where I felt like the spirit of WWOOF was really entered into, with them taking a personal interest in their WWOOFers, providing a stimulating experience for them and making sure they lived as part of the family. They were happy to give lifts to the nearest town with a bus stop on days off, recommend places to visit and made an effort to be generous and considerate. Mrs Host was a good cook and the food was tasty, vegetarian and wholesome. They also had a huge collection of books, which they were happy to lend and recommend, a definite plus for a book nerd like me!
The location was lovely with some nice seaside towns and beautiful countryside within reachable distance. I even managed to get to Totnes (a car, bus and train ride away but just about do-able!) one weekend, a town I have heard so much good stuff about - I had a bit of a mission on to see it for myself.
However, as with many things in life, the goodness of this place was accompanied by some down-sides...
The Bad
Living as one of a complete stranger's family when you are in your thirties is challenging! At various moments I found myself beginning to feel a bit stifled and restricted. I had to suppress some inner 'Kevin the Teenager' urges which I reckon are the natural result of having to surrender your independence to someone else, live right on top of them 24/7, be ever polite and obey all of their household rules even if you don't agree with them (I don't know about anyone else, but I also tend to get a bit Kevin the Teenager when I stay with my own family for anything longer than a few days!).
There was hardly any proper down time at this host's. In fact, each successive host has made a mockery of my silly little qualms regarding people-time at the previous place! At this one, I was pretty much 'on duty' until about 9pm every night when I would excuse myself to go to my room and relax for about an hour before passing out into a physical-work-and-fresh-air coma. It felt rude and lazy if I escaped at any other point in the day, and there was a definite emphasis on helping with/cooking dinner, washing up, being available to help out with whatever was required during breaks and in the evening, chatting and spending time with the hosts etc. Which is totally reasonable, but I couldn't help resenting the lack of time to myself.
I also struggled with the beloved other 'members of the family', i.e. the two cats, dog and puppy. I have never had any pets and was brought up by a mother whose advice re: animals was along the lines of 'Don't touch them, they're DIRTY' and 'Don't go near that doggy it will BITE YOU!' I have kind of got used to being around animals at friend's houses, but here one of the cats' main mission in life was to try and sleep on my pillow, which I found absolutely, shudderingly horrendous. Despite me hightailing it out to the caravan, in a matter of days it seemed like everything I owned was covered in pet hair, including my tongue. Even worse, the puppy of the house was going through a biting stage and particularly liked to bite holes in my favourite socks. Grrrr!
Finally, I had some stuff with Mr Host which it's difficult to explain without sounding like a total bitch. Mr Host was one of those incredibly talkative and enthusiastic people who you immediately warm to. However, he was also one of those people who hardly ever lets you speak, which after a while gets very frustrating. I totally respect the fact that he had gigantic stores of knowledge and it was a privilege to learn from him, but after a few days the frequent 'discussions' we had began to feel like lectures. Ones I had heard already quite a few times. Ones which I couldn't really participate in, or contradict in anyway, because Mr Host was so very sure he was right about everything! Despite being in agreement with many of his views, after two weeks of hearing them A LOT, I began to feel like actually I might spend the rest of my life shopping at Tescos, never recycling again, working in IT, reading the Daily Mail, supporting fracking and big business and becoming a member of the Conservative Party. He also spent a fair bit of time moaning about other WWOOFers to me, even before he knew what kind of WWOOFer I would turn out to be, which was kind of unpleasant.
The Ugly
Me. Me and my teenage feelings of resentment and irritation towards these lovely people, that was the Ugly in the situation!!
I can't emphasise enough that Mr and Mrs Host (or perhaps in this case I should say Mama and Papa Host) had total hearts of gold and were super kind and friendly to me and the other WWOOFer staying with them. Yet somehow I still had to fight quite hard not to have a total breakdown and scream 'I can't listen to even one more word about climate change! I want to kick your puppy in the face! I am a grown woman with my own opinions and ways of doing things!...and, oh yeah... can I have a lift into town please?' in true hypocritical teenage fashion.
Although I managed to restrain myself, I still felt guilty for having such horrible thoughts about people who only meant well towards me. Ugh! The only other people I have felt such a mixture of affection and frustration for have been members of my own family - which probably just indicates how close I became to Mama and Papa Host even in the short time I stayed at Host 3.
The verdict? Holy crap, I have no idea! I'm still processing.
At the moment I am having a little time out from WWOOFing, doing the rounds of family, with a nice trip to Brittany thrown in. I'm definitely in need of a break, so I'm taking one, because I CAN. Woohoo!
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