Sunday evening;It got better despite a fair bit of ignorance about jazz rhythms of west Africa. I still do not know that much about jazz but spent a wonderful three hours down at the Old Fruit Market listening to music from the Ivory Coast, Mali and Burkino Faso. Hard to describe other than standing still was not an option, a great way to spend a Sunday evening. A couple of little snatches of sounds. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gT9BDmfPGhg&feature=em-upload_owner#action=share
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gT9BDmfPGhg&feature=em-upload_owner Before we knew it was eleven o’clock and another early crash. The Festival caters for all ages, younger ones heading off to the Festival Club while the old fogies head for their kip to ready for another day. Morning was a recovery one and then we headed off to Hillhead Bookclub to have a very pleasant studenty lunch with Son No4 and Rachel. Turns out that Rob, Marion and Helen were there the night before after the gig. Just found out Ardelve was at the Piping concert on Saturday.Very hip place and both there and in the evening at the jazz the Tyrolean hat was not out-of-place. Despite coming from the edge of the country one can fit in with the hip quite easily. Can not talk to much about the music a apart from the fact it was excellent and the first time at The Old Fruit Market. Changed the tickets for upstairs so got a nice baloney view of the evening’s entertainment, all three hours of it. The rhythms were fantastic and it was hard to believe Manu Dibango was ban eighty year old, certainly did not act like one. So that is half time and already looking to this week-end. More traditional with Stockton’s Wing, Blazin Fiddles, Transatlantic Sessions and one I am looking forward to The Lewis Psalm singers with a Hindustani Ensemble. Monday evening; So it was off up the road, snow at Drumochter, short stop at Inverness and then on to Shieldaig via Kinlochewe. Stunning scenery on the way home, always when finishing off a break the fact that it is back home to Applecross eases the pain of the holiday ending. Waited for Sarah to turn up as I was early, but no bad thing as it was a beautiful afternoon in a magical wee village. Needed the session, a bit painful as it has not been so regular lately. So home to Dougal and Co by evening and was welcomed home well. Tuesday; Today a bit of a non day as a touch of man flu so slummed it during the day and was out doing a shift at the Inn and just short of twenty meals served. Enough to make time fly. Not worked it out yet but having a go at posting videos. The one yesterday of Macumba was supposed to be one and maybe will be. Took a good one of George Gunn but that has not worked out either. Will get there in the end. Now it is Thursday afternoon doing a split shift at the Inn, under the weather and not fit to fish but okay to be nice to people, ten of whom are in just now but all looking after themselves. Wonderful day, just been down to the very low tide and the bright sunshine. And had a look at the sparkling toilets, unfortunately we have just noticed the typo on the sign outside. The wee service rush is over and chilling out now. Only big thing of note during the day is the incredible Baxter is now 70, as I told him this morning he has been looking 70 for the past decade especially on the Glens mornings. Toilets now open and the “official” opening will be probably next week. Reaction of those who have been down for a mosey has been really good and visitors that I have spoken to over the last couple of weeks have impressed with what is going on here. The big missing link is housing, as Audrey our councillor, was saying in the local paper a couple of weeks ago, at hose areas that managed to have affordable housing built in their communities are the ones with increasing school roles. Take Shieldaig as an example. Two children at school before they put their houses up and now fourteen. This afternoon taking the pooches, Dougal in very good form despite spending another night out gallivanting, out for a run along towards Culduie I was privileged to watch a powerful light show over to the west. Leaving the Inn I looked West and there was a performance under way.
Talking to John, the fencer in the evening we exchanged stories about experiences on the hill and the water, good to talk to some one who relates to your own experiences. It was a spine tingling conversation. Have not had a session like that for a number of years. Sharing tales, but not trying to out do each other, talking and then listening. He was a good man, of the earth, liked a drink but so what. May never see him again ,does not matter, the connection was good . Raghu Dixit was saying just that, some one walks into your life does some thing good or is just good company, and then walks on his own path leaving you in a better place. Friday morning; finally going to post this week long bits and pieces before heading south again. Health decidedly ropey but mind over matter… Reading this back there can be few posts that include West African jazz concerts, Thai massage, Community run Toilets and of course Baxter.