Saturday night at the Inn was just good fun. I suppose you could call it work at a push but as there was not too much organising and/or waiting for tables, the evening shot by and it was twelve before you knew it. It was one before everyone decided to go head for bed. The oft heard phrase of “have you no homes to go to.” Comes to minds when all is cleaned up and nothing else to do until the last drink is drunk. The fun involved keeping the birthday party on table D happy, a very easy task once he had his creamed cabbage sorted out. Just remembered I had forgotten the birthday cake I was supposed to take home.
Blame the late night. Good banter all the same. Have to say the guy that came out tops for the evening was the New Yorker who was a scientist and studied the brains of the fruit fly. It had a purpose and the results were an indicator to how the human brain worked. Dipped very briefly into what could have been a weird world but fascinating none the less.. Discussing the advantages where you can put a living fruit fly under the scope and put dyes on nerve ends and watch the brain transmit signals to the other parts. Conversation included Constance, Mark’s wife and dipped into psychopathic behaviour and feelings of the New York community around the 9/11. And how she felt, despite not even coming from there. So good night and as often the case dipping however briefly into some one life is really interesting.
Sunday meant a long shift but was prepared for it as I knew that staff were in short supply and there were a couple of bookings in the evening. The only regret was not taking up a fruit fly for Mark in the morning. We have a few in the kitchen at the moment and I did not expect to see him before he left. Music in the afternoon from the Lochcarron guys filled the Inn and it was pretty busy most of the way through the afternoon, meaning late breaks. The half marathon runners came in for a celebratory meal and Prosecco, having completed the Glencoe run earlier in the day. Jon’s main quest for information was the forecast for Monday morning which was not good for fishing but good for Jon.Forecast was right and the tail end of a windy night did not settle down till after mid day.
The day ended up turning into a bit of a House of Cards session. Very quickly hooked on this series. Due a day off so do not feel too bad. The weather certainly improved by the end of the day,
Skye Bridge was closed to all traffic in the morning for only the third time since being built.
So, although it briefly crossed my mind not to bother going out today, made it out for the back of nine, after picking up some bait and water at the pier. It was flat calm and I did not have to go far today as it was just out to the Middle Bank. If it was not that the Inn did not have langoustine to sell for the last three days I would not have stayed out. Passing half the Applecross fleet, just off the moorings, fishing for crab. Was a day when half the fleet would be five or more boats.
Hope they caught more crab than I did prawns. Still it was good to be on the water again after another week ashore. The morning light to the south-east was very pleasing to the eye
although it changed by mid day and turned to a pretty driech afternoon.
That and no prawns makes for a day where you just enjoy being. Seemed to have slowed down a notch but still managed 300 pots before heading in by mid afternoon. Seems a calm forecast for most of the week but may only haul the creels once due to the poor catch. Dougal does not seem to mind and as he was in all day due to Alison in Edinburgh progressing the Hydro/Private Wire, we went down the road for a run out. Brightened up and Ardhu looked splendid in the backlight of the Cuillin. There are quite a few herons about but are so nervous.
Even better was the light over Raasay and Skye after a prawn fried rice tea. There was no saturation added to this. Beautiful in the extreme.