Not often you will see a photo of a sunrise on these postings at this time of year.
On the odd occasion in my long forgotten youth I may have made my way home at this time of day/night. It would have been a little more enjoyable if the pressure to catch some langoustine was not so great along with getting up after a restless night and a bit of a head. Still with a 4.00am start, out with Dougal and Eilidh, removing the next village’s sheep from around the Schoolhouse, breakfast, I was away from the moorings just after half four. Almost immediately the north wind gets up and on the second fleet I was in gear. Not the best of conditions as I was worried about ropes in the propeller with gear shot so close. Several cuts to my third fleet, just the one on my first, but enough to land to the Inn to keep the langoustine on the menu board. I had landed the last of the stored ones yesterday morning
but almost every order has either scallops or langoustines somewhere in it , quite hard to keep up. Good problem though and pleasant enough challenge. Straight to my kip to sleep through the headache and catch up with some shut-eye, nice to be landing the catch as other fishermen were passing by to go to sea. Recovered now and getting ready for an evening shift at the Inn.
Last night was fairly gentle, relatively speaking, although the days are pretty full on. A group of 15 turn up (we already have a 15 and a 7) not booked, but as usual that is okay. Seems a 20 turned up today. Yesterday the plan was to head out early like today but that was thwarted by the fact you would not be able to see the buoys
and where I was going to fish that is imperative. You could see it was going to clear but not quick enough.
By the time the mist cleared the wind was increasing so little incentive.
Instead I went round to Aird for some bait but unknown to me the freezer store is being serviced so no bait, now ordered and to be picked up this weekend. Stopped for a ceilidh in the sun and sorted out a few people and problems in Applecross over a couple of mugs of tea with the dogs tolerating each other in the garden. Definitely a heat wave even with the northerly breeze blowing. On the way back round the coast, partly as a result of the Polaroid shades the colours are accentuated so a couple of stops were required
to admire the stunning views.
Some would conclude that as a wasted journey but when you take a bit of time out in the sun, in good company, to chat about this and that, the wonderful scenes,
not a waste at all and as a result have my next delivery of herring sorted. The evening passed without incident, topped off with a fine venison burger made on site. Did a fuel dip at 10.30pm on the way home and ended up with Dougal as company on the cycle south. He had been up the road on a regular walk with Eilidh but the spaniel in him never says no to another run down the road. Have to remember these days when the rain comes.