A very bad start to the day on Friday morning. Up in plenty of time to put the new outboard on the dinghy and out the Varuna for the diminishing stock of langoustines. Keeping an eye out for next week though as it may turn out to be a busy week at the Inn, but forecast slightly better. Back to this morning and the engine would not start so back to rowing across the bay. Fine in itself but we were on a time limit. The car was leaving at 9.30am. Then discovered the boat batteries dead, no big deal as I was not going out with the day’s forecast. Quickly grabbing the spanner and down below in the dark to disconnect and take two ashore for a recharge. That done and the row back. Langoustine, batteries and engine all ashore when I discover the new model has a fuel line switch. Back onto the dinghy it went and started third pull. Twenty minutes late but Judy had to go down to the house to pickup a contract that needed signing and posting recorded first class and then it was needing scanned and emailed so an hour late she leaves and I go home for a shower and a wee settle down.
Then it was off over the Hill in some dreich weather
to Kyleakin and blood donning, a visit with mates and a stop off to a fine hour and a half of top-notch music. Small audience but that did not affect Fred Morrison’s flawless performance with the highland pipes,
whistle and uillean pipes.
Was pulled into his many stories about the tunes in particular the “Reverend” he met in Washington state. Elderly and had a life long love of the pipes. He visited him at his home when he was quite elderly and had suffered some ill-health. Enjoyed a good ceilidh with him but noticing he was looking tired asked if he was okay and got the reply that he was alright but that life was like a pibroch. Fred went on to explain the pibroch’s make up of starting from the “ground” and then working up through grace notes and ornamentations to a fair speed before returning to the “ground”. The Rev then explained to Fred that he was okay but just at the end of his pibroch, a lovely analogy. Another stand out description was the workings of the uillean pipes, talk about complicated, as he said only an Irishman would invent an instrument like that.
And one that was in my thoughts as was the Cd I bought when crossing back over the Hill late evening.
Today flew by, with a visit to the Filling Station and the Hall for a lunch and “strupach” organised by the Primary School.
They were very successful in their fund-raising
and are now the proud owners of an Apple Juice share. They all trooped into the Schoolhouse to present the cheque to Alison.
The first photo was retaken when Teacher noticed some one hiding away,
so a retake was in order.
They are a fine bunch and are genuinely enthusiastic about the Hydro Scheme.
Tea and have taken a break from putting together the submission for the BUTEC Range expansion. Late as ever, the closing date being Monday. It was an extended break this evening as we headed out for an evening of intrigue, to see the one man play, 3000 Trees by Andy Paterson. https://www.facebook.com/andy.paterson.549 An evening of thought-provoking conspiracy, unanswered questions, official secret obstructions, and too many things out-of-place to believe it was a simple suicide. Willie Macrae’s character added to all the intrigue, a flamboyant and hard-drinking lawyer who stood up against the establishment and who had lots of rumours swirling about his personal life. All in all a cultural two days of note. Find it tricky to take photos during performances like the ones over the last couple of days so asked Andy to pose at the end. Knew it was a little difficult with the backlight but just got away with a rushed shot.
It continues tomorrow with the School of Excellence, supported by our own Emily Kilbride, playing at the Community Hall. Be missing out on that one as working at the Inn. Tourists often ask what we do in the winter. Meanwhile in the next room the printer has not stopped all day as the share certificates are being put out and will be in the post on time.