Left home this morning grinning like a Cheshire Cat. It is amazing what music does to you. Watched the end of the Andrew Marr Show and saw some of the Commitments cast singing a medley which included Freedom. The way they rocked around impassioned politicians just made you smile. Music is a wonderful salve to most people’s problems. That was quickly followed up by a wee story this morning. A German arrived in Lochcarron a few years ago and was taken by the stags he was seeing by the side of the road. He turned to one of the local worthies the next evening in the pub and asked how could he get close to one. The advice was wait till evening and as the light fades go outside and just make a noise like a turnip….. A left over from last night.
Yesterday we got a glimpse in the afternoon.
Previous evening was a couple of Christmas parties which meant a full house of engineers, welders, sparkies, joiners and the odd lorry drivers. Not to mention the fibre glass boys and occasional mechanics. All well fed, about thirty odd rib eye steaks leaving the kitchen preceded by about the same number of Kenny G’s game terrine. A good night which went on till threeish, not for me as I was home at twelve. Although the evidence this morning did not appear to be too bad, with health issues fairly low-key. Very quiet shift under way at the moment with our second table just arrived from Plockton. The only other customers had come over from Inverness, both heading off around the coast due to winter conditions on the Hill.
Pretty much like yesterday going over to pick up son number 3, back from his studies in Dundee. Checked to see if the tree was still on the beach and on the way past saw another casualty that had come down the river.
There is a definite rearranging of nature going on at the moment, The Hill was in poor condition
although it was worse on the other side
where I had to stop and see an elderly guy parked in the last parking place below the hairpins on the other side. Stopped and jumped out only to very rapidly jump back in as the van started sliding off down the road. Spoke to the guy through the open window after that and reassured him I would get on the phone to make sure help was on the way. So, a stop off at Patterns of Light shop, couple of phone calls, and off to Strathcarron. On the way back conditions had improved markedly and the chappie had headed off again with the road not so bad. Peter was in the plough at the top as a result of my call. Probably worth the shout but mainly it is good to see local decisions taken, reacting to local conditions.
Before work last night we took delivery from the north coast, a friend for Dougal and Co although they are fairly territorial and things are a little tense at times. Jill will be helping with duties and Sky is a lovely beardie
and easy-going, tends to turn in rapid circles but we are used to little quirks from our lot. Took them out first thing this morning and no one could decide who to dislike the most. Dougal as usual managed to forget who he was disliking and had a great time. They all came in well exercised.
We will be saying cheerio to Norman later this week and saw a photo of him in one of his previous lives as a zookeeper in Wales, a somewhat unusual occupation, but one in which he enjoyed the trust of the animals. It does look a two-way trust despite the cage.
So on Christmas week in Applecross, it is more of the same….gales and storms
but another son expected before the week is out.