The Bank Holiday bites the dust but they just keep on coming. The reports from up the road sounded a little extreme. Parking is turning out to be quite a problem. Recall on sunday glancing to the north and seeing a line of bikes, motorbikes and cars stretching back to the Filling Station, all coming in to sample the delights of the Inn. Sunday was ten hours straight through. You get to a stage when you cannot stop otherwise starting up again becomes a problem. Some fine folk passing through and only the one group that proved a challenge and by the time they left we were quite relieved. They were obviously used to being looked after on a higher level than we could provide. Mind you they left the biggest mess behind of the day, them apart the comments were top drawer. The little respite in the middle of the afternoon was spent clearing tables and stocking up for the evening onslaught. Much the same on Saturday, although a fairly early start going fishing meant another long day. The evening was marred by what can only be described as a prat. I made it worse by missing out his soup order. He was so badly behaved that his mates came up afterwards to apologise and say he was not coming back with them again. The rest of the week was spent fishing and other Inn shifts, eight days work crammed into seven days, which basically meant I hit the wall yesterday, sleeping most of the day. The weather helped though as we are in a northerly airstream. Not very productive as it is making sea-going on a single-handed boat very unappealing. Ashore it is beautiful and the commute to the shorework is not too bad.
Dougal is finding just a little too hot trying to find some shade below the apple blossom.
Before this wind set in we had some heavy rain
that kept the Hydro going for a week
but it has dried out in the last week. Still the six months has produced the expected kWs. Middle of the week amongst the fishing activity
we had what looked like some turbines heading to some offshore site.
As usual the seals were at their posts around the moorings. Slightly unusual marking on this one.
Going to try to make it out early doors to beat the northerlies which seems to be less fierce in the mornings. On the way up to land the langoustine Mark mentioned a fairly unusual sight so went up to the Bay to see what was going on.
Not sure why they were on the sand and they were mostly relaxed despite the constant stream of traffic passing, many stopping.
Tonight the AGM for the Community Company took place with a healthy number coming out from the Community and a few apologies from a number that could not make it. The last year succinctly put by the Chair including the governance mishap and recovery, followed by a report of up and coming proposals regarding housing and Toscaig pier. Mixed feelings about standing down as director of the ACC but also with a bit of relief and knowing it is in good hands. I just do not see any other way to keep the community going, providing fuel, broadband etc and have not heard any alternatives.