A return to winter, wet and windy, over the last three days. Friday’s plan was shot to pieces by a full on migraine. So a mix of returning to bed and lying on the couch interspersed with a little radio was the story of the day up till evening. Semi recovered by around eightish and made it out to the Quiz night organised by Alison, Val and Zuzu with the aim of raising funds for Light of Hope, two of “our” students Wali and Tripti are involved in. https://www.facebook.com/light.of.hope.bangladeshPhotos of a busy evening are on the AEE site.https://www.facebook.com/ApplecrossEnergyEfficiency These migraines are frustrating in a way as they knock back your plans although doing book work is easily put aside. Not being able to enjoy events like the one on Friday is more annoying. I did manage to spend time with the Sheildaig contingent and was press ganged into answering some questions for them, not the ones I made up in the early evening of course. They did win the best name for the team and will have to plan their next meal at the Inn with scoops of Aron’s ice cream as a prize. The name was Bio-mascular by the way. Frustrating part of the evening was finding out I was unable to go on a fact-finding trip to Orkney for the IFG on the subject of scallop and lobster recruitment. Clashes with the last night of the Flensburg group’s visit to Applecross which will be culminating with Iron Midden’s visit to the Inn. Clashing with Coast Road Truckers and Manran in Torridon. And people wonder what we do out in the sticks. Another beautiful song from Kenya, so it was worth coming out, despite the high levels of noise. So different from the Shieldaig version of their quiz nights, where there is a hushed silence waiting for their next question from the quiz master. Back down the road on the bike and an early night.
The day after one of these days is like recovering from a day on the drink, luckily a distant memory now, so time was filled with a dog walk, bit of rugby and very little else until it was off down to the Inn for a full evening session and busy it was too. Inn fully booked and locals decided to make an appearance as well. waiting for tables was the order of the night for an hour or so but all well ending about a one o’clock finish. These are long shifts and I can see why Innkeepers have a dram at the end of the evening to soften the length of time it takes for guys that have spent a good night out to head for the road home. Part of the time-consuming job of being a publican. And then you start again the next day.
Skipped a walk on a very wet day,Wednesday, when I went round the Roe’s walk, one of the low-level wanders around the Estate.
I was curious to see how the larch cutting was getting on. Larch die back has been discovered here and to prevent the spread of the disease all the larch has to come down. Going around the walk from the Gardener’s Cottage end coming down to Alt Beag I was taken aback by the sorry state of the walk.
Good to know that we can recommend visitors not to walk up there as it looks such a scene of destruction. It will heal over time but not a pretty sight at the moment. Fascinating to see how sick and old some of the trees were.
It was enjoyed by the Pooches as weather does not bother them too much, although may have spent too much time at the Inn on the way home.
Also managed a day at sea on Thursday and awkward it was too, partly my own fault as my hauler plates were a little worn and hauling two fleets at 90 fathoms was a severe test of character. The next fleet was under some one else’s, so back it went for another day and it was left for me to haul a dirty fleet , keep it on board, and head for home. Fishing not too bad and will be landing to Spain first time for a while. Bright little gurnard came on board.
Immersed in the fishing of old with seeing photos of the ring netters of my dad’s era. Surprising the memories I have of the era. Although very young the pictures trigger distant tales of some of the fishermen involved. The Catherine, once the sister of the Mary Ann went to the prawns after the demise of the herring and Norman used to hand start their engine in the morning, a brutal task. Looks like this was taken going through the Canal.
Also came across an early photo of the Seonaid which was built by the Beaton brothers in 1934.
Ali Mackenzie was telling me on Saturday evening that Roddy Gillies from Culduie had stated that they were very foolish spending £1000 on building her. They went ahead and paid the boat off in two years. There were good times and hard times but the work was always hard and the equipment compared to today would have been fairly primitive relying on the men’s shoulders for the most part.
I mentioned a large catch in Toscaig and Donald told me on the phone that in the 70s,I think, a pair trawl shot their net off Toscaig Pier and hauled at Uags taking on board 800 cran of herring. A cran was the measurement of about 6 cubic feet or 37.5 gallons of fish, around 1000/1250 herrings. I suppose they thought it would never end. Gatefull to all those who are posting these photos and keeping those fishermen alive.