A view on Fishing,Community and Life on the NW coast of Scotland

Summer is Taking its Toll.

(Friday evening) Missing out on the Raft Race this evening, the weather, the phone call reporting chaos at the Inn and cooking tea with washing a fleet of creels this evening all mount to too much on. (PS didn’t find energy to wash creels) It is a fine event, along with the Fishing Competition tomorrow, is a lucrative fund-raiser for the RNLI and other local Charities and is held each year. Fishing trips for langoustine this week have had a fair bit of variety both with weather variations and people out on board.


On Tuesday we had a very interested German on board and he was fascinated by the day’s activities. Got chatting to him and it turns out he had a couple of companies, a security and another one which was involved in industrial cleaning. He had an air of German wealth about him and was good company. On Wednesday his partner had bought him a days grouse shooting near Inverness. A topic that is hitting the headlines these days with the “mysterious” disappearance of raptors, hen harriers and eagles, in the vicinity of grouse moors. The numbers of disappearing tagged birds are rising but no proof is available yet which can confirm the strong suspicions that some grouse moor managers are culpable. Interesting to hear his view of the size of the Applecross Estate. He told me that in Germany a big estate would amount to 500 or the larger ones a thousand hectares. He shook his head at the size of “ours”, a huge 65,000 acres under the sway of one man. Interesting in that here was a man obviously comfortable in hunting/fishing/shooting circles shaking his head at our antiquated land ownership. A successful day at sea, as he said at the end of it that it was an experience he would never forget. Tuesday’s fishing routine although sorting out a fleet that did not self shoot in the required order did take a bit of sorting out.


On Thursday it was Peter and Daniel. Peter is connected to MCS, a charity involved in sustainable marine usage. Peter’s son was out as well and they seemed to enjoy the day, probably more than I did due to the foul ups and the breeze from the north-west. It was a strange morning as it started bright and then the mist rolled in from the north.


From then on the fog bank moved in and back out to and from the west.


Although the amount of langoustine landed has dropped by a good bit, due to the large amount of smaller berried females in the creels, the quality is still good. But the squats, they just kept coming and coming, all 14 kilos of tails. Every second between fleets we were tailing but when you have them for tea you know they are so worth it, a great by catch. One of the few days I left my camera ashore so no photos of the guys tailing without the gloves. Bit of filming went on during the day, sustainable, and good to show how everything that was not sold was put back alive. Today and Wednesday morning on the way out, and between work on deck getting the Varuna ready for the day, look up and watch a gannet gliding just above the rippling water, keeping her distance but a timeless moment in nature. Just like the family of porpoises surfacing on the smooth sea, always on the move but sedately, don’t seem stressed but alive and in their element. Bar Thursday the weather has been bright


and quiet



all week with the passing traffic creating the bigger waves.


(Sunday evening) Talking about stress, it is a whole week since posting and home late last night, going through the photos in the file puts the fishing week in sequence.


Sometimes not noting anything down you move away from the immediacy of events like last Saturday. It was a “learning on the job” night for me. I was on the door and doing the seating for the evening as Boss was tired. No one can do this job day after day, not even her. It was the usual hectic night, weather rubbishy so every one inside. They just kept coming and meals kept going out. Seats still to find and although I knew what to do, that is gather all orders of people waiting for tables and give the kitchen a heads up, I was still putting in orders at 9.15. Steaks, gammon and all the usual fish and shellfish. So the achievement of doing another impossibly busy evening at the Inn was tempered somewhat by giving the kitchen so much to do so late in the evening. Learnt a way round it but the kitchen had to suffer from the lesson.

Thursday was similar but was a bit more controlled and all the orders were in before 9.00pm. Again doing the door and checking that no one slips through the system and is waiting too long is a stressed job.We had three groups of ten in on the night along with the usual busy crowds. Boss was enjoying a well deserved night off on Loch Ness enjoying Loch Ness gin. The night goes on and you are very aware who is waiting too long for tables, ie residents, but you have to keep reassuring them and they seemed unconcerned. Amongst all this there was an Italian lady, very pleasant, who wanted a tomato salad but not dressing. Andy immediately went on the case, a Mediterranean salad quickly conjured up. Taken out but was rejected, I thought due to the dressing, so, back to kitchen where I was told it was just olive oil. Back out I went but no it was the shallots that knocked it back. The tomato salad, which I then made up, was a bowl of cherry tomatoes. They were accepted with mucho gratias and all was well. Two minutes later I was back at the table, but only because her partner also wanted the tomato salad with his steak. It was a long and round about way of getting there but there we did. This all happens as a sub plot on a night of general organised chaos. At the end of service the front of house do five highs, I think in relief of getting to the end of another service unscathed.

Wednesday evening was notable for getting to meet a couple of folk, a couple of friends, one from Portugal, living in London and her friend a New Yorker, financial manager. Chatting to them, organising their meal, taking a photo memento but on reflection always interesting to hear reactions. After telling her about the German economist closing his Deutchebank account she asked where he went next. She was already thinking about the next good place when I was thinking about the trauma of a major European bank in trouble and how that would affect us all. Two people looking at the same thing but seeing it different keeps your mind open. Anyway back to yesterday and an early start with a bad back and shoulder. Sleeping badly this week, I think because of a strong moon, woke up in fair bit of pain. Best thing to do is keep going and go out and catch langoustine, trying not to seize up. These days the catch is well down although by the end of the day it is still decent and landing some of the bigger sizes on the day keeps the supply going. At the back of nine, on my second fleet, I look up and Ewen steams past at speed with his load of fishermen. Perfect day for them and me. In the good weather and the company of the bonxies feeding up for their migration in the next few weeks eases the painful muscles.




In early enough to get a deep sleep for a half hour in the afternoon before making my way up to yet another full on shift. Up till eight it went well and then the heavens opened above Applecross while there was a glorious sunset over Raasay. Everyone piled into the bar from outside. Worked out okay as we were helped by the non appearance of a group of six. Late shift as all the staff wanted down to Hall for the Fishing Competition dance. After a few chats with late drinkers I made an appearance after twelve. Stayed and had a yarn or two while the auction went on. Raised a great amount of £6,000. A very fine effort. Made it home by 1.45am and sober.  Today was mainly about survival and a copious amount of painkillers helped through the morning bottle up. Turn your back and the bar fills up and stays like this all day. Food piles out, dishes pile up in the prep room and glasses pile up on the bar. A day to get through for most of the staff as several did not finish the night before as sober as I did. Taking the painkillers for the head had a side effect and the shoulder and back eased somewhat but the legs from walking the miles front of house were tiring by six, so a beef burger and home on the bike by seven. Good news for tomorrow is a visit to Shieldaig for a long over due massage. So I will finish up with a sunset from earlier this week.



Lazy Sunny Afternoon.

The weather has finally taken a turn for the better although the southerly breeze which is blowing from time to time is making things a little harder. The creel mending and fishing continues and on the way back to the mooring with another load of clean creels the young ones were taking full advantage of the rays.


They showed little fear as I drifted past them dozing in the sun.


Although ones suspects that the animal world is not all it seems there are times when it is very appealing.


Almost went over to join them.


At the Inn on Thursday, time 10.30pm and chatting to a very late regular when in walks a lost looking German lady. The very late Bruce had phoned ahead to order three meals and got two crabs and a langoustine cooked at 9.00pm. Unfortunately putting up the tent took a lot longer than the instructions said and he appeared around 10.00pm. About five minutes before I had decided that he was not coming for some reason and offered his meals to some of the staff. A couple of langoustine were consumed and the cold smoked was following when I caught sight of them coming up to the door. Rushed into the kitchen, rescued the meals, added some hot smoked salmon and served. So back to the German lady, she came in and confirmed first suspicions that she was lost, showed me her map and a written address of the hotel that she was heading to. First line was reassuring, Shore Street, but then it fell apart as it was Shore Street, Inveraray. They had put Shore Street in the GPS and followed it north from starting point, Fort William. Luckily for them we had a backup spare room for sleep in as the Boss was not 100% sure she was coming back from Inverness. So they stayed, were very relieved and quickly got into the whisky. I left them fairly merry at 1.00am, but not before an interesting chat about life , social work in Germany and how they found Applecross welcoming. So if I am stuck in Cologne I was promised to be looked after. I like this cycles/karma happening in this life and if it spills over to the next one as long as I do not come back as a langoustine or squat lobster I should hopefully be okay.

The evening was relatively peaceful although I had to move the resident house band, Tarneybackle, from a few tables to accommodate diners. In fact there were a few moving around the Inn but it was all in good humour and as long as the bills followed to the new tables all was good. Good music, songs and going by the comments fine food were all around along with the banter and craic, even the lawyers were on good form. At sea it was a bit of a hard graft this week.


Wednesday was anticipated to be the last calm one of the week and it turned out to be otherwise, coming in early, coming across a nasty wee foul up in a strong south-westerly. Had a reasonable amount on board so not terribly bothered but a longish punch into to the wind on the way home. Did not expect to get out on Thursday but it was the converse of Wednesday and it was a lot quieter than forecast. Took another fleet in on an uneventful dreich day, leaving me with washing over a 100 creels this weekend, but breaking the back of the creels needing a pressure wash.

Taking a wee swatch back to Cambridge, the serious chat revolved around the Brexit vote. To a person there was a general feeling of shock and disbelief at the outcome of the vote. It is complex as there are so many sides to how one voted and even in this area Cambridge was heavily in favour of staying while out in the more conservative parts of the Fens and surrounds there was a definite vote for leaving. But there was realistic chat about how our group can easily be reinforcing our own views and living in a bubble of sorts. Everyone in the group was in employment and doing relatively well, relatively I said. When you read about large numbers of people who are one month from defaulting on their mortgage you realise that all is not well in large parts of people’s lives. There is a strong feeling of uncertainty about the future and I am coming across differing opinions at the Inn as well. Late guests from Germany were chatting and Brexit came up. They were disappointed about the result but on the other hand all countries have problems. One of the group was an economist and had closed his account with Deutsche Bank over fears of the stability of the bank. I had been reading one or two articles about it’s over exposure and seems he agreed. Explains the hard-line approach to Greece, hardline capitalists/bankers are not differentiated by nationality it seems. While Thursday evenings social worker was saying we were right to leave. Apologies to Alisdair, there are numerous ways to spell, for getting his name spelt wrong in the last post and it seems Harry took a photo of me dozing in the sun with Dell Mae in the background. Harry being the arty chap that he is played around with the result.


Friday morning I was politely told at half seven that there was a fuel delivery at 8.00am so after five hours sleep it was up to the Filling Station to meet up with the driver who had already arrived. In true Applecross manner I had his history of buying and selling houses, flat and divorce, all within twenty minutes. Back for a snooze on the couch before taking the pooches up the road for a look at the Intake.


Knew there was plenty water around but it was quite spectacular up there and even Dougal was baulking about going in for his dip.


It was Eilidh who dived across to the other bank despite looking like she was not interested in going out before hand.


Water pouring over the dam



and sure there was the equivalent of another 200kWs going down the river alongside the 90kWs going down the pipeline.


There are plenty kWs going through the monitors


although slightly frustrating that the grid cannot take more and the local excess is not being sold.


Perfect timing as the weather closed in again during the afternoon.


Weather of Every Kind.

Hard to take in it has been over a week since I was listening to and singing along with some of the finest musicians in the country. A week and a bit full of fishing doing shifts at the Inn watching the weather piling into the Bay and a couple of meetings to boot. The fishing has kept going although with the weather breaking at the end of last week there have been little gaps on the menu board where beside the Applecross Bay langoustine the N/A has been evident. Not for more than a day though and visitors staying more than one day get a taste of Applecross eventually. The summer is in its later stages as can been seen by the numbers of berried females appearing in the creels


and the scalders wrapping themselves round the ropes, stinging arms and hands, hours after I forgotten all about them.


Rubbing your eyes or/and having a pee can have disastrous consequences.

Seeing the rig stuck on the shore on the west side of Lewis makes you think the local rumours that it may have been an insurance job. Why any one was at sea with such a well broadcast forecast far less towing a 17,000, 35-year-old rig is for some one else to ponder. We were just fortunate that it had died down before the wind had swung round to the north-west. This is the wind that is the worst for the moorings so although it had decreased it was still too strong for a day at sea. While the rig was coming ashore on Lewis the waves were crashing in on the Bay.


Every seventh roller bigger than the previous one being whipped up by the south westerly.


It is a dramatic backdrop for the Mercedes rally that had arrived after midday.


A jolly group of French, with very little English and good craic. Ate lots of seafood and very very appreciative. When Antony came in at midday he took a double take, every table was taken, and it stayed like that all day. It was busy and it being the first of the month the music from Lochcarron was playing.



Was meant to finish at six but nearer nine when I left. Hard work but very enjoyable.

When the wind was not blowing it was raining and rain it certainly did.


When you get wet then it does not seem to matter as you can not get any wetter


so you just get on with it and rather the rain than the breeze that is strong enough to double the effort you need to haul the creels while bracing against the motion all day.


Like running a marathon without thinking about it. The rest of the week bar Friday was routine with major amounts of squat lobsters coming ashore. There are still langoustine on shallower waters, despite the number of berried females growing, and to catch them the squats are going into the creels in vast numbers this season.


Not sure what these leech type worms are, attached to the creels occasionally and laying eggs on the creel.


And came across a dog fish nursery on some rough ground, mermaid purses both born and ready to go.


New, to me anyway, passing traffic, a Marine Harvest well boat maybe. Interesting how salmon farming has progressed from the idea that it could be an extension of the croft with crofters owning a cage in the lochs at the bottom of the croft. Now a multi national industry no longer in the hands of small producers. seems to be the way of our capitalist society of aggregating commerce, size and profit in a smaller number of hands. Every now and again one has a day to forget. These days they seem few and far between and on reflection if you cram it all into one day then hopefully you get a good run after. Had taken ashore a fleet of creels on Wednesday evening and put them ashore,


washed them and mended by Thursday, so ready to take out on the Friday. By the time I was ready to shoot the creels on the ground it felt like a half days work had been done. So with a little more motion than forecast I started hauling creels and went from one to the next, shot over or fouled up in a bunch. Took twice as long to haul five fleets than I normally would. Cut some one’s rope on lost it before retrying but kept the buoy so no damage, just hassle. Could not get another fleet finished as it was shot over at 90 fathoms and my hauler plates were starting to slip. So coming ashore thinking good to get finished, and thinking of what to cook, when my brand new outboard ends up in the water still running. Not really sure how but it did, at least I managed to grab it and a trip to Inverness on Saturday has meant it can be sorted for £200. Bit distressing paying for it and returning it to the workshop at the same time. Don’t let anyone tell you this job is easy. At least I have plenty of strawberries and raspberries, calling in at Black Isle Berries on the way home and getting back in time for the evening shift at the Inn. Busy but went well until 8.15 when 30 people wander in from the growing gale wanting something to eat. Normal night at the Inn I suppose.

There have been little breaks in the weather and taking the dogs out in the late evening you are stopped in your tracks by the view across the Sound.


Cycling home in the dark into the teeth of a growing southerly gale, sitting at Cambridge Festival base camp seems a lifetime away. It is not just the music but the people who make the trip so worthwhile. Talking about this and that with guys you are comfortable with


while the Tiger Moths fly overhead in a warm climate is a great way to break the day-to-day routine of life in Applecross. A spot or two of music also played at camp.


We often meet up either at the Main Stage or Stage 2 as we head for the same area to watch the music, around 15 guys meeting up in a 14,000 crowd just happens again and again and is a lovely part of the Festival.


Also taking time out to wander by the Duck Pond when things get a little too tiring.


Other activities also took place like green haircuts, pedaling to produce the energy needed for the hairdresser.


Sunday morning began with a world band called Varldens Band, strong Swedish influence but they opened by dedicating their set to their lead singer, Charu Hariharan, who was refused a visa to enter the UK to sing at Cambridge. How ridiculous is that, she can travel round Europe but when it comes to sing here she gets turned down. Some of the group were quite visual in their appearance


and the Chora was out again.


They had a great set but really got the crowd going when they turned Scottish with some tunes by David Foley of RURA. He plays the flute as well as he beats the bodhran. Stayed at the Main Stage to hear Solas followed by Blazin’ Fiddles,


good rocking Celtic music at its best. Tiring badly by now but went over to the snooze spot by the back of the Stage 2 to listen to Della Mae, a grand all female blue grass band. Out for the count within minutes and woke up with Alister on one side


and Harry on the other. Appreciated the wake up as I heard them sing a brilliant version of Sixteens Tons. Was not too bothered as I knew they were back on at the Club Tent later and they were exquisite. By now I was well awake, fed and watered, and ready for what turned out to be one of the high lights of the Festival, a set by the brilliant Duncan Chisholm.



I have always known about his fiddling but never up till now paid too much attention to it. Back in my hazy past I was putting on events at our local hall and one of the best nights was to bring in Wolfstone, one of Duncan’s earlier bands. Struan was also playing in this band but has now turned his hand to marine electrics and has worked on the Varuna….fascinating how lives take different turns. Back to the gig and it was truly captivating, He has just completed a trilogy of albums with many slow airs and he took us all the way back to the Highlands up to his homeland of Farrar, and Affric. It was simply stunning and I turned round to some of the guys and could see in their eyes they were in the glens with me. His music and playing were immense. His band was not too shabby with Ali Hutton filling for Innes Watson, Megan Henderson, Jarlath Henderson, Greg Lawson and Su-a-Lee on the cello.


Noticed that Bruce MacGregor, Julie Fowlis and Jenna Reid were all on the edge of the audience watching and listening and that says so much to Duncan’s status. Went to buy the trilogy and chatted to him after and true to form he is very much a gentleman, naturally interested and appreciated the praise heaped on him. So by shaking his hand I completed very briefly meeting and shaking hands with a fine threesome of top Scottish fiddlers having already met up with John McCusker and Bruce MacGregor. It is not that any of anyone’s music was any less enjoyment but his Mr Chisholm’s set was awesome. Still to come, Baaba Maal, from a distance as was Imelda Mae, followed by another blast of Della Mae and finally although torn between the New Orleans Hot 8 Brass Band and Kila,


I opted for Kila to finish my Cambridge break.


Wonderful time, great food, company


and not too much cider and left with some great memories to see through the rest of the summer gales. A rapid and organised pack up


with Andy kindly running us back to Peterborough to catch the train north on Monday morning meant the Highlands were calling us home again.

Going on the few holidays from Applecross I have never been too concerned as the break come to an end as I am back home here. Have a couple of days at sea under the belt and todays weather being forecast to be inclement I kept a fleet of creels on board to wash today. I, although the Inn was reasonably busy, left early, but not before coming across a coffee barista who was serving at the Festival…..the world is getting smaller and he wished the Inn was his local, and managed to back to the Varuna and put the creels ashore ready for today, handy as the N/NW wind comes in on top of the pier. Going to have some fine music on the headphones as I head back to Cambridge while pressure washing.

So back to Friday afternoon and a trip back to base camp, where some were getting ready for the evening,


before heading back into the arena to hear some amazing Caribbean/traditional music from Edward 11.



Then onto Michael McGoldrick


coming in with the cider and ale bang on time I admit mild disappointment when I only saw four of them. Quickly forgot the numbers as they were simply brilliant and a great wee interlude when he brought on his talented family to play even more whistles. Only when listening to his set and John Joe Kelly


who was beyond description on the bodhran, did I realise I was missing the music of the Celts a little. Went to listen to some Deep South blues at Stage 2 from my favourite dozing spot


but KT Tunstall drowned him out from the Main Stage. So ending the day with Glen Hansard,


having asked Andy who he was and the fifth time I was told, it sunk in …The Commitments. Great sounds with some almost thrash guitar but very tuneful and a Van the Man song thrown in. The end of the second day was hard to describe and it was the first time I have come across Gipsy Punk.


Not to everyone’s taste but it was an enthralling show


and it was a show with huge energy




with Eugene Hutz and one of the girls ending up on top of two big base drums on top of the audience.



Best way to describe Saturday was in the terms of a musical journey. After breakfast, as usual Andy turns out the full English


for anyone in the camp who wants it, it was off to Quebec to hear Vent du Nord,


a fine quartet who are passionate about where they come from. Then it was off to Chicago to hear some blues from The Cash Box Kings guitar, mouthy and vocals superb,


and followed by John McCusker with a fine band. You keep seeing multi instrumentalists turning up with different bands. Heidi Talbot


and Chris Drever.


So from almost coming home it was now away to Haitian Creole with Leyla McCalla but just could not stay awake for the whole set but the CD makes up for missing some of it. Back to the Main Stage for a bit of Mid west cowboy songs with a Californian influence, Sam Outlaw, hats off before the camera came out.


The variety is immense. Then some blue grass with Darlingside,


just a half set here due to overlap, but knew I was going to see them later as there was a cancellation due to ill-health. From the NE of the US of A they were a fine quartet of harmonious musicians and as Andy said, ironic, which can be unusual for the neighbours across the waters. So then it was to the Den where Rachel Sermanni was playing a lovely set with stories to every song.


The Den is by the Duck pond and amongst all the people and sounds the swan is serene.


The Buddhist emptying the dirty water of the broken coffee machine by straw would not at first sight make a song but it did. Spoke to her after and said the next time I saw her overworked Dad I would mention I had heard her. To think one of the last times he spoke to me he was reading a summons out to me for speeding.  So back to the music and after another listen to an awestruck Darlingside it was over to Africa for some Afro Celt music. The sun was setting just before this gig



and the girls were happy.



Engrossing and I was captivated by both the Gaelic Rap


and the rhythms and colours from Asia and Africa.


It could not possibly get better but next on was Christy Moore.


He played just about every song I knew and then his encore. I do not do bucket lists but if I did towards the top would be singing Nancy Spain with Christy Moore and here I was at Cambridge doing just that with 10,000 others. What an end to a perfect, if tiring, day.

And back home now on a Thursday afternoon almost exactly a week after it all kicked off, in the general rush of things….phone call from Inn means I nip out to the Varuna for yet more langoustine despite the fact that I was out the last two days. Fleets washed and mended and ready to be picked up tomorrow morning. Cambridge is but distant memories.



(Over the next few posts I made a few little jottings down in-between some immense music and craic over the four days we were on site at Cambridge.)


In Cambridge now settling into a BBQ at Andy’s after what seems like three days on a train. After an early start on Monday to avoid the afternoon’s breeze managed to get round 350 creels for a decent catch, the last for a week, so both Inns will have a few langoustine while I’m away. Went through to Aberdeen to take part in a workshop organised by the NEF and they are working on a report about coastal communities, their survival and future. It is really difficult to define coastal communities when you have Margate, Mallaig, Stonehaven and Applecross all classed as coastal. Managed to say a couple of relevant pieces and will certainly email a more lengthy synopsis about our potential and barriers. It was a good day out with a lot of brainwork involved and even including my little spat with a well known east coast fisherman with differing views about MPAs. Met some really interesting people but the only problem for me was there were not enough people on the ground from the places, rather too many academics and council workers. Good but you could tell there was a lack of experience of what it was really like on the ground. The afternoon was split into workshops and it was then I realised that I could have been in any one except aquaculture. Tourism, inshore fishing and energy and the connections between them all. I think there is going to be a missive sent to NEF about what it is like on the ground battling to keep the communities alive. The report is a huge undertaking and will be difficult to collate with so many different problems to identify and deal with. Lots of enthusiasm and made a few new contacts, as usual it helps coming from Applecross.


Thursday involves an early start and by 7.15am we are queueing at the gates waiting for opening at ten.


Banter good and time flies by as the regulars start appearing.


Before you know it the new bigger tent is up, following instructions makes it easier (Alison is good at that) and a wander into a now familiar site follows while Alison catches up on sleep. The same camping area is bagged and it is good to meet up with familiar faces. Weather so so by mid afternoon but forecast right in that it just passed through. Some waited though.


Planned a pre music nap but a few ciders got in the way and before you know it Imar


were blasting out a fine set,


so much so went to get their cd signed and had a wee chat with Tom after the gig.


There was a little hiatus with a couple of acts that did not appeal. Most of the time it is working out which to go to as there are so many good ones. English hand on the ear folk has never appealed but I gave it another try with little success. Couple of good songs and another cider filled the time before a fine Bluegrass band from the West Country came on, Flats and Sharps, were very, very good despite their sound problems with instrument pickups. Back to the tent for an early night after welcoming the late comers from Argyll. They did not take advice on setting up the tent well and made some remarks to the effect they were holding fairly sharp tent poles so wandered off. They are always late and made up for it in imbibing as I was back up at one to join them. Far easier doing this than getting grumpy in the tent trying to get back to sleep. So day 1 ends well into the start of day 2. It is going to be a long week-end but so looking forward to what turns up.

(Friday afternoon) It is only mid afternoon and blown away already by Megson


and Mike and Ruthy Band. Stunning and could go home already with what I have heard and the craic has been immense. Megson from the NE of England singing beautiful penned songs from their homeland followed by the guys from Massachusetts and that area. Brilliant story/song about a trip south,”the road goes on for ever and the party never ends” alongside Vincent 52 with great banjo playing.


“The road goes on……”lyric was a frustrating lost memory but the young ones in the camp found it on the net while we tried to guess who sang the lyric. Straight to the marquee to buy a couple of CDs and back to the camp for a wee break before more and more and more. Robert Earl Keen for those who are wondering.


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