The Filling Station has been acting up again. It is of huge benefit to the community but whenever it ‘goes down’ that means a volunteer has to go up and usually reboot the system. The problem frequently revolves round IT issues beyond our control and are serviced from Bournemouth. Although it works 99% of the time it does become a little frustrating when you get called out so often. The alternative is not worth considering so we have just got to get on with it and try to find solutions. Every now and again a mechanical problem comes up and last week the engineer was in changing the motor but suspected that the real problem was the pump. At least with every break down you know a little more. It is interesting to reflect back on the formation of the Company and the opposing view to set up a Company to run the Filling Station and do nothing else. It was quite a messy battle but if it was just fuel we were selling I would have found it very tedious.
The fishing career was restarted although briefly today. Went out this morning but the wind soon freshened and decided to head in after hauling a 100 pots. With the gear a bit tangled I need quiet weather to sort out the bundles that come up. I got away with it today as an end rope went into the prop but got cut and half spun out. A cut and pull got the rest out. As my Dad used to say if you still have your boat there is always another day to go fishing. The gear has been lying too long to know if the fishing has picked up but there one or two prawns in the pots I hauled.
I am hoping to help organise the reopening of Clachan church which is being refurbished under the ALPS/HLF project. Speaking to Calum Martin who has presented the traditional gaelic psalm singing alongside a gospel choir. I reckon this would be spectacular in the setting of Clachan. We are also hoping to get his daughter over as well. It has the potential to be an amazing evening. But back to the nasty world of accounts. Coming close to last chance saloon, almost there.