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

Finishing off now at the cafe with a valedictory cup of coffee.

Oh so tired. Full of music, Shoogles being the last band. Rocking the crowd as usual and the humour from Angus direct and instructive, to the girl on the phone anyway. We were slightly puzzled by Angus dedicating a tune to Cilla and it was only a couple of days after that we realised that she had passed away. The morning started in fine form again, catching the end of the Quebec boys and then onto Lone Bellow.


They seem to have got involved in a wedding at their hotel last night, at least that is what they thought and by the look of guitar man Brian he was probably right. he had a rather pale and white sheen to his visage. Zach went over to him at one stage of the performance and came away saying he now knows what indiscretions smell like. With the follow-up of ” too many bad decisions”. Lovely lovely music, a little break and then washed over by Danu, this as a result of the wee break.


When back to the campsite the overindulgence was quite intense.


Meeting up with the guys from the last century and the new young ones were hard to keep up with. Should not have tried. My Puritanical existence of the last ten years or so was no practice for getting involved.


Another visit to the exquisite Stray Birds started the recovery but it also needed a couple of hours kip back at camp. It felt as though I was conscious but may have dozed off a couple of times, but the music was still there. Again back at camp more sense this time but  overslept, still got a good part of the Punch Bros on Stage 1.

More wonderful bluegrass before seeing yet another highlight in the Ben Miller Band.


Wash boards,


electronic spoons, trombones along with fine blue guitar and singing. They were wonderful and gentle but if you walked into a bar with them there you would walk quickly back out. Missouri based and played their Ozark stomp well, mountain music, delta blues and bluegrass. Great lead into Shooglenifty


to end a fabulous Festival.


The well organised drill was in action again on Monday morning and as a result we were at Ely station waiting for what we thought was a 8.46 to Peterborough but in fact a 8.58 which came in at 9.07 due to a slow-moving freight train. A fine name for a tune or the lyric of a song. In fact there was a bit of a ballad for the way home. We missed the East coast connection so every connection till we arrived in Inverness 45 mins after the last train to Kyle left. Another tune title? So we had a taxi arranged for us at the expense of Greater East Anglia Railway. Arrived home only an hour after schedule with little extra stress. After all I have to try to seat 150 people a night on 80 seats for meals at the Inn. That is stress. Knew I was coming closer to home when I spotted one of the Lochcarron group at Waverley Station and I was asked at Perth Station for the Inn’s crab and mango recipe. The weather has continued on its merry way up here and we are now mostly resigned to not having much of a summer. Off to Rona now to pick up the Castaway via a couple of fleets.

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