The delivery vans have been busy this last week. I went in to Gaelforce before the Lombardia trip and ended up buying 150 creels and ropes, a ball of twine and 10 spare hooks, the last was what I went in for.
It is a little like going into the super market when you are hungry, you end up buying lots of junk/quick fix food that you would normally not buy. Going into Gaelforce thinking about the creels that have broken bars and have seen their best was not a good idea. On the other hand I am not going to come ashore just yet and I need some new creels, the condition of the fishing gear is critical to your catch ratio. I did remember a “Chinese” comment about creels, it was fairly derogatory but passed me by at the time. Now I hope it was not true as I noticed the wee tags on the first load of creels I found out side the gate this week.
Not sure how to react to creels bought from a local firm, a firm that used to make creels in Lewis< that now buys them in cheaper from China…..One World? The other delivery is sitting in the porch and is the next stage of the Broadband installation. Keep meaning to give an update but requires a lot of reading and thought. Suffice to say that it is going forward but not as quickly as every one would like.
A couple of shifts at the Inn and busy enough on Wednesday with Jill, a couple of big groups and the MOD are having a big exercise on the Range, some thing to do with dropping torpedos and watching to see what happens.
Means Applecross is full of people eating well. Seems they are operating under new rules and informal request went out to keep six miles clear of the Range after two in the afternoon. Easy today, not out, and all it will mean tomorrow is an earlier start.
Fascinating couple of chats with two separate New York couples at the Inn. I was able to give them updates of how their country was doing, again mainly through social media. How deals were being cut and their government was being reopened. As ever I see a disconnect with the mad politics they have over there and the decent and kind guys I meet at the Inn. One of the ladies this week was expressing her despair on who on earth she was going to vote for. All I could say was that we seem to be on the same track but just a little behind. Watched the Royal Mail selloff, every poll showing a three to one against it, a public asset turned around and making a profit for the country. What happens is our “government” sells the profitable bit off so cheap that the Corporate world make up to a 50% profit in a few days and every one powerless. Sounds a like a bit of a political rant but I live in the rural parts, the non profitable part of any business and we will see very soon what the cost of this sell off will be, and it seems that some people who are rich just want to be richer. If they had an iota of social conciseness they would have bought the pension scheme as well. Feels better although I tentatively check out who I am speaking to when I am on the floor as arguing with customers is not part of the job.
Fishing is still plodding away, still keeping the langoustine on the menu and may even have some left over for The Loch Ness Inn this weekend. Not many boats on the Sound other than one or two fishing boats, the MOD and the occasional passing traffic.
Crabs are certainly on the move
and this monster never made it to the end of the lobster season.
Always feel a little ambivalent when I see ancient sea creatures that are probably 30/40 years old sitting cooked on the shelf. It my lobster thing. Phoebe, in Friends, discovered that lobsters mated for life, makes you look at lobsters in a slightly different way. Sometimes I reckon I am not a fisherman, just a guy with a boat.