Then we came across Faslane Peace Camp. During my student days I had always wondered where it was, as I was quite familiar with the Greenham Common Womens Peace Camp. So you can imagine I was quite glad I accidentally stumbled upon this.
I wondered how this new community were received by the then residents, perhaps perceiving that ‘these hairy hippies’ would spoil their haven and intimidate tourists. (Have they been to Glasgow city on a Friday or Saturday night!?). I personally think Faslane Peace Camp melds in beautifully with its natural environment.
I was welcomed in by the sign on the gate. So I had to just go in and have a nosy around. I walked in, just absorbing the colours, the wind chimes and the messages of which there were so many. Then the gardener in me stopped to observe a woman digging a small plot. I asked ‘Are you growing vegetables here?’. She smiled and said 'there used to be a caravan here'. So to make the most of the spot, she had decided to plant some sunflowers out. Later I wondered if it was the one that I saw not too long ago at the museum. She did introduce herself, but as I am posting this late, I can’t honestly remember her name, but she was really warm, friendly and welcoming. I really appreciated her taking the time to stop and talk to me, people always seem to be in such a rush.
After her telling me a bit more about the peace camp, I took a few more steps, saying hello to other fellow Peace Campers who were having brunch and playing chess, until I reached the end of my unexpected visit. It was good. I enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed visiting the National Trust for Scotland property, and this one didn’t cost me a penny.
Some people may say the Faslane Peace Camp is ugly in such a place of beauty, but I completely disagree. If you drive on, within minutes on the left hand side, there was the monstrosity of fencing and barbed wire. Not to protect what was inside, but to keep people out. It really was an ugly sight, blocking the beautiful views of the water and occasional blue skies.