The day and a half showed off where I live at its best. Little bit later start on Saturday morning due to getting home from Sketch around half two. Although I wanted to go it was still quite a thought and the weather was not the best, but the music was immense. Slightly worrying when I am recognising the sons and daughters of guys I was in school with but no intention of missing out on some good music. Little bit sticky on coming back over the Hill but with Sketch playing on the Ipod all went well. I tend to use little things to get me to places. In this case it was Mel sharing my last post saying Sketch and honey, a good combo. Good call.
Forecast not too accurate going by the fresh southerly in the morning and it was debatable whether I was going to go out and then stay out.
Looking across the Sound towards the Cullin it did look quite cold and a wee bit too fresh.
While I was putting a fleet together I did not think I was going to stay out but the views were spot on as the weather did brighten up slowly and the breeze dropped.
Greg came along and did a bit of stacking, getting it right by the third fleet. To be honest the first two were not that bad. Good conversation throughout the day and always good to think problems from a slightly different angle. “Space and control” was an interesting thread and very relevant to life here as across many other situations. It is the control side of the issues that bother me the most. Managed to get 200 creels up for a few langoustine and squat tails for the Inn. Kept a very dirty fleet on board for a wash next week. According to the expected weather, should have plenty of time to sort it out.
The day improved as we went along and a couple of stops on the way up the road were necessary. Following a chat with Mike at the Inn had to google Clisham to find out where it was as he reckoned I was taking a shot of it in the sun….now know it is in Harris.
Bonfire and fireworks went well apart from the “empty” box that was thrown onto the bonfire that still had a second tier of fireworks to go off and off they went which resulted in a bit of ducking and diving.
Going along from Milton the row of chimneys on the Street caught the eye so it was another stop to take a snap. Not many fires on on the Street now. Thirty years ago when we came here the majority of chimneys would have smoke coming from them.
Busy evening with a fair old variety of customers, from the birthday boy of Toscaig,the guys over from Skye, Ullapool, and south. Sunday we had Venezuela, Portugal and Spain in. Still waiting for the end of the season. Ardelve was represented in the form of the Macleod family. Rosie and Morris, whose father was on the same ring net boat as my own Dad in the 60s up to ’71, the Mary Ann, was over with Lewis and Lee. Lewis heading off to New Zealand for an extended holiday which may be very extended. With Calum heading in that direction, possible Wester Ross meets up in NZ. Of course wester Ross is already out there. On the way along Milton to the shift in the morning had to stop again but for good reason.
So all that was left was to head home on the bike after a light lunch and catch up with a wee snooze surrounded by Dougal and Co. Alison comes back from Dumfries tonight and its Homeland on the telly. Tomorrow it may be off to Strathcarron to hear the next stage of the Stromeferry Bypass saga.