Yesterday was one of those days where you just stop to catch up, unfortunately you fall behind what you should be doing another day. Poor day on the weather front so there was little danger fishing but had to go out to take the rest of the sizes ashore for the Inn initially to tide them over till I went out today. That was not to be as the clutch on the hauler packed in on the second fleet and so it was off back in. There were more boats out today so the sea life was not as plentiful and only had skuas and gulls around me.
Have to say I missed the gannets although hopefully they are feeding well elsewhere. Puffins over on the East side of the Sound which is another little change. They are quite timid and as you steam up to them they disappear under the surface.
Once on the mooring it was down to the engine room to make sure I was not missing something obvious, one of my traits not being an engineer, and proceeded to disconnect the pump and clutch to take over to Ewen at Kishorn Mechanicals. Just a case of ordering a new clutch and may be back on the water for Thursday. Used to get all worked up about missing fishing time but not any more. Met up with a couple of fishermen and had the usual “decline” conversation about the fishing. Seems the single trawlers are thinking about going to the twin rig trawl on the basis of “if you can’t beat them join them”. That was the argument in the 80s when a large number of creel boats went to the trawl and we are reaping the consequences of that now. It is such a shame as the fisherman seem to admit defeat but want to continue fishing and compound the problem by going over to an even more destructive method of catching. The arguments are so localised, the west coast fishing leaders say the bigger East coast boats wreck the ground when they tow over it but when the West coast guys do it they are releasing the nutrients…..you do despair sometimes.
In more plentiful times fish traps were built on the shore to catch fish on the out going tide. These traps have gradually broken up but you can still see the outlines of one on the Bay and down at Camusteel. They were called caraidh in the gaelic and there must have been some fish about when they were operational.
On the way back over the Hill a stop to admire our magnificent land and sea. Looks idillic when it is calm like this. Passing the bustle of the Inn I sometimes think that despite this little bubble on the Street you can walk for five minutes in any direction and be in peace and solitude.
One of the little tasks this morning was to organise some langoustine for Robert on his trip south. His brother-in-law passed away last week and I tend to find it a little difficult to say things to the surviving relatives that are not cliched, “thinking of you”, “sympathies” etc.. Instead I remember conversations and confrontations in Richard’s case as a memory to him. Richard worked for many years at Sand and part of his job was to keep me and others out of the BUTEC Range which he did with gusto. We had many strained conversations on the VHF but he taught me something important. Meeting him in the pub after we discussed what was growing in our respective gardens or religion or crofting. He left our work where it was supposed to be left and never personalised his job. But no matter how well we got on in the pub he still would not let me into the Range the next day!! Happy sailing Richard there is a little gap in the Inn now you have gone.
And now looking out the window to the north west….