Up early this morning as the forecast was for an increasing northerly blow. The joy of being self-employed is not having an alarm clock, just wake up whenever and head off ….or not. Beautiful and calm, coupled with a lovely tune on Facebook, left the moorings with every thing alright in the world. I sometimes wonder if people like Nigel Farage would settle down a wee bit if they came up here and had a wee taste of what is real….not that I think that would ever happen but I am sure it would do him good.
Even as I went out the wind was slowly increasing but hauled 300 pots reasonably quickly, only having trouble with one fleet that was shot over. Managed the last fleet with the wind growing all the time and headed in around 2.30pm.
No stopping, dropped the prawns and squats off at the Inn, quick sandwich and over to Shieldaig where I had a much-needed massage. Bit of a dodgy arm injury and it was a painful two hours although did manage a wee snooze though. Remarkable holly tree in full berry bloom half way down Shieldaig Glen, mentioned it and seems every one has noticed it.
After Sarah called in to Kenny’s where I arranged to pick up the Shieldaig Export chill van for the bar tomorrow at Applestock. Kenny was telling me that they discovered some slides of Dickies taken about 30 odd years ago of the cod ground net fishing. Hope to see them some time. Had a usual chat about how hopeless the state of the fishing, remarking about Dickie’s photos showing huge cod and standing boxes on their side to stop the fish sliding over the gunwales.
Round to Aird to pick up the van and to the farm to load up the booze. Chill it down tomorrow, working tomorrow evening at the Inn and later at the marquee. It is going to be GOOD. Bring on the TREACHEROUS.