Nice to do some fishing today instead of talking fishing politics. The first is still important but lovely to get back out on the water on a quiet day with a few bonxies, rapacious seagulls and the waddling fulmars.
As I did not go out on Monday, the last quiet day for me, there was a bit of catching up to do. Intended to haul more creels but enough came on board from the 350 I hauled. Still some nice langoustine coming aboard and heading to the Inn. Always the case when you bring up a subject then references appear. In this case we were discussing the disappearance of skate from these waters so what do I bring up in a creel but a skate egg, seemed live and fresh so may survive its visit.
Range is quiet apart from the odd mine sweeper making an appearance.
Did a couple of longer shifts this week as staff have become thinner on the ground so started at 3pm going through till after 11. These guys came up from Aviemore just for the langoustine and had to take a snap as they were doing a fine job on them over the two hours they sat by the menu boards.
One of the wee highlights of the two shifts were the elderly German couple who came in for a coffee and left an hour and a half later having had their coffee along with some monk fish, langoustines and a cranachan. Left with the Inn’s card so they will be back after a prolonged farewell.
Glad I made it out today in reasonable time as last night was rather silly. At no time can you hide from the hordes. You just have to get on with it, keep serving, finding them tables, clearing the tables for the next family. Kitchen were superb and even got a ham sandwich served at 9.45pm. Tarneybackle were playing as well and rocked the bar after the service was done.
Always good to see the guys on their annual pilgrimage through the Highlands, taking in Glenelg, Lochcarron and us on the way. Bit busy for much chat as they kept coming in wave after wave. Possibly one of the hardest evenings for a good while but it works, creaked a bit, or we did anyway but the operation is still working and putting out amazing food in a great craic atmosphere, that’s what they are saying anyway.
Theme of the last few days has been walks to the shop
and cycles to the south. Made it to Ardhu this evening, passing to the east,
on the bike this time as saving the legs for more fishing and long hours at the Inn for the Games weekend. Looking slightly mad but only having a scratch the neighbouring heifer was casting a “not bothered eye” at Dougal who was more interested in what was running through the long grass.
In between the rain and showers the light has made its usual spectacular appearances. Looking west to the Cuillin or over Milton Loch
or above the Ardhu hamlet,
it’s all perfect and appreciative for the moment. Even fences are looking fine in the late sunlight.
Keeps you away from doing all the paperwork one should be doing but plans in place. Meanwhile Dougal
does provide so many hours of entertainment,
now with a new idea of playing/eating seaweed.
Eilidh not to be outdone poses in the sunset.