Despite feeling well below par, up early, few jobs done and with dog delivered to their respective care homes it was back on the road with plenty time to spare. Last job was to pick up the donation box for the toilets and drop it off at the Inn. The Bealach was looking fine with just a wee sprinkle.
One eye on the weather the journey carried on past Inverness, leaving the shop for the way back. Not shaping up too well as we approached Dalwinnie.
Unfortunately it all unravelled at Drumochter, just south of there where every thing ground to a halt. Eventually, as there was no radio signal and the mobile network busy, every one doing what I was doing, I found out that there was a three car and a gritter accident around Calvine.
Not good as I was ten miles north. On hindsight I could have come out, gone back to Dawhinnie, and headed down the west but with three hours to spare, by the time I thought this was possible it was too late. Also the emergency services were using the empty lane and it would have been a bit embarrassing to mess that up just going to a concert on time. So five hours later this was still the scene.
Upshot is I arrive in Glasgow at 10.30pm, the good thing was that I managed to get a message through to reception and The Inn emailed saying I was going to miss it, Alison went on her own and although I had the tickets they had them on their system and one was just printed so she got to see an amazing night of music and seemingly the last time Ian MacFarlane and Alan Henderson playing with the Blazzin Fiddles. I am surprisingly relaxed about not seeing them……worse things happen in life and compensation this afternoon is we are planning to see Sidiki Diabate this afternoon. Give some customers at the Inn back home a bit of amusement as I phoned to say I had finally arrived, walking back to the Premier Inn from the car park, not concentrating I walked into the cinema next door and was a little puzzled as I did not remember escalators in the hotel earlier, all this on the phone. In my defence, although being a tcheuchter, I bet no one else in the building had kayaked on the Johnson Strait and Troll Fyorden, so I have been out, just do not do cities very well. Another little amusement this morning on the way down to on the lift, a couple already in it spoke to each other and I asked if they were from Orkney, they wondered how I knew, an easy accent for me, but I realised I was doing this out of habit from The Inn’s front of house job. Getting sad and old.
A lovely start to the day with a city sunrise for a change.
Saturday afternoon; Was going to use the word recovering but completely the wrong word. Come back from the Convert Hall and still hearing the stirring music from Mali combined with Walter Strauss from Wyoming in a Mali style. Sweet, sweet music and as it was a “master class” we heard a lot of the history of Mali and its musical families. It may be a strange thing to say but you could feel Sidiki’ s smile as he sang on the last song and it was quite moving when his uncle whom he had just met for the first time got up and put some money in the Kora. Have heard a bit of Mali cross over as His old man did a project with Taj Mahal and good it was.
Really pleased that Alison spotted this one, I was not sure as I thought it may be a bit intense as it was billed as a masterclass. So an insignificant game of rugby in Paris to watch, good game but no mention of the result for those too sensitive. And now out to the Kelvin Grove Art Gallery and Museum.