The Workaway Experience

Megan picked me up from the airport etc without any problems, and when I woke up the day after I arrived, one of the other girls staying at Megan’s explained to me that she normally works on the farm for around 2 hours every weekday. I said I’d come with her (her name is Patricia) that morning (without any idea what I’d actually be doing on the farm), so I put on some converse, shorts and white top. Patricia was wearing old clothes but I hadn’t really brought “messy” stuff with me.

We walked for about 15 minutes to get to the farm and I was soaked in sweat by the time we got there so I was dreading doing any work ‘cos I was already way too hot. The “farm” was basically a huge hilly field with red soil, and Patricia explained that they were just starting out with the project so the first thing to do was clear all the rocks from the field so a tractor will be able to pass through it.

The rocks looked quite heavy, and they were. Some of them required both of us to lift them together and even then it was hard to move them. It was more exercise than I’d had in a long time and I wanted to cry at the thought of doing it every day. The browny red soil was getting on my white top and shoes which also didn’t make me too happy (even though it was my fault for wearing those clothes).


Megan’s job is online so she works from home, which meant that she had free time to hang out with us and take us to places. For the next few days we did a lot of things and there wasn’t really time to work, and no one even mentioned work or the lack of it, so I just decided not to worry about it and copy everyone else basically.

This actually continued for the rest of the holiday. We did things most days so work didn’t really happen. At the end of my stay I paid Megan the equivalent of £56 to make up for the fact that I hadn’t work, and just to cover electricity bills etc. I definitely wouldn’t have had such a good time if I’d been doing farm work every day, so I was really happy at how it turned out in the end.

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