A view on Fishing,Community and Life on the NW coast of Scotland

A reflective day on the water both physically and mentally. Between meetings and trips and conversations it has been an intriguing couple of days. It has just got a little surreal here at the Inn. Twenty one French guys all singing God Save The Queen in French, followed by Flower of Scotland. Seven main langoustine and five Seafood linguines, they can sing anything they want. Settled down after a wee Waltzing Matilda and a Haka. I do like the French, they have style without trying. Yesterday could have been better on the health front but did not miss too much with a southerly breeze and fit enough for a really quiet shift last night at the Inn. All the girls are away on a two-day staff jaunt taking Ullapool apart. After the shift had a nice chat with Wulf and Bernt about this and that. Bernt has lived in Denmark for a number of years and what he was saying about their national grid was interesting. They have not sold their silver off and have a genuine national grid. Before they went down the renewables road their grid was north/south but they have gone ahead and invested in new lines that run east/west taking the renewable power from the west coast windy areas to the more populated east. We have not worked that out yet, maybe it is because our grid is in private hands and the primary objective is shareholder/pension returns rather than producing and carrying renewable power to population centres from the energy rich areas. I fired in a question that sort of threw the conversation and it was along the lines of is it all too late. The mindset is so different over there that they do not ask the question but are so involved in working on the macro solutions to solve the problem. I sometimes do wonder if we have already gone too far down the road of abuse of our environment and resources, but am still going to install green energy solutions to the old house

As it is now Friday evening and there is a busy day planned tomorrow I better get this one finished having cheated a little with a couple of photos for the last post. Means this one is sort of written around the last one. The day was so still and peaceful from the first.


Do not think I registered anything on the radio but was so involved in the day’s fishing. Reasonable catch but was taken more with the scenery and the cormorants and shags.


I think at one stage I was lying flat-out on the deck, tempting them in with pout and trying to take photos from the open stern.


It is just as well I work on my own. They are not so concerned with the weather and look as though they are saying get on with it where is my next pout, joined by his mate.


I exchanged emails with another fisherman today who told me that they had dolphins around them and they ended up feeding them their bait, bit silly as it cut the fishing short, but for me that is the mark of a true fisherman, at one with the sea and the animals who live in the oceans. Passed the Michelle enjoying the day,


shot the last fleet off


and could not help looking back to the peaceful scene one last time as I headed for home, maybe the gull is homeward bound too. Grey is a fine colour.


Took my time going round the 350 creels so it was a bit of a rush to get to the Inn and when I did, after the photos on the last post, it felt a little like a Friday evening with a few of the workers in for their weekend libation. Only two rooms booked and a couple down from Shieldaig and they were all sorted before the French invasion at eight. Twenty one meals all at the same time was no problem for the kitchen especially as they were mostly seafood dishes. They went down well and off home by ten thirty. had a really nice chat with a blog reader from East Yorkshire about life in general and Applecross in particular. touching on the spiritual nature of some places. We sometimes lose a little of this as we rush about trying to do stuff, important though that is. It has been a while since I have had a chat that made the back tingle a bit, always enjoy these dips into the unknown.

Today was Inverness and enough said when you come back knackered, so tired that I fell asleep during my Thai massage, despite the pain. Prawns delivered, gloves, seeds, food, paint, bank, tax disc, dog food all bought,  haircut, us west coasters do not mess about in the East. Back to the boys on the water,




beats a day in Inverness.

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