With In the Wake of Neil Gunn by Mike Vass playing on a dark winter’s evening In Applecross, all is relatively well. Yesterday it was off to An Arcasaid for my first Christmas dinner of the year. Went with Son No3 to have a meal my mother/grandmother and a very pleasant time we had.
This place, along with what I hear about Howard Doris Centre, must be among the top places in the country for looking after elderly folk. The obvious care and attention the staff display for the folk staying at the Home is lovely to watch. Photos were taken by staff, Jackie Cairns,
and I managed a couple myself.
Conversation was with the staff rather than my Mum as she has declined well into Alzheimer’s but seems happy, in fact happy as Larry, as she laughed and chortled her way through her meal.
Food was excellent and we both managed two desserts, a rather large panacotta being my second one.We did not stay for the ceilidh as I suspect we will see said ceilidh band over our way at Hogmanay.
First phone call of today started off badly, “Our toilets have been vandalised”. Images of broken cisterns and flowing water came to mind but it turns out that it was graffiti spray painted on the north gable end. So on the bike and up for a look with Dougal waiting impatiently to set off.
These days and in this weather it takes ten minutes to set off on the bike, choker, hat, gloves, coat, all never where one leaves them. So straight to the Toilets where we find some unusual postings. Lots of speculation about message, language and general puzzlement why it has ended up on our toilet wall.
Brief stop at the Inn to wait for a passing shower and rainbow
before biking back down the road to cutting, chopping and stacking most of the larch backs picked up on Saturday. And even on days like today there was a glimmer
or two off to the west.
Back to the Toilets and the investigations have continued throughout the day and we seem to have narrowed it down to some Greek football slogans, possibly with a touch of Millwall thrown in. We may even have the two teams involved, at least one coming from Thessalonike and the graffiti may even be a little rude. All very strange. Intriguing comment on twitter while trying to find out more was that there are Caley Thistle and Ross County slogans daubed on a remote Greek island puzzling the residents there.
That was some fine music and going by a fb posting may squeeze another concert in at Celtic Connections, best described by Celtic Connections themselves. The Fiddletree Gig.
“The giant sugar maple for which this project is named, having grown on a Cape Breton hillside for perhaps 300 years, was felled in 1994 by local luthier, fiddler and composer Otis Tomas, who went on to craft its wood into a unique family of instruments, and his reflections on its history into a unique suite of music.
After previous acclaimed performances at the Celtic Colours festival, this UK première features Tomas with a hand-picked ensemble of Scottish, Irish, Canadian and US musicians: Sarah McFadyen (fiddle), Joel Sanderson (cello/viola), Abby Newton (cello/fiddle), Mairi Campbell (fiddle/viola), Paul MacDonald (guitar), Laoise Kelly (harp) and Claudine Langille (mandolin).”
Means we are going to be running down the road to the Old Fruit Market from the Royal Concert Hall to catch the Shooglenifty 25th Anniversary concert. But you only live once.