The only sea time I have had this week is going to the Varuna to keep the langoustine flowing at the Inn. Breezy and to be quite honest did not feel too much like it. The menu is secure so all is well. Planning an early one tomorrow so a short night’s sleep. Last night at the Inn it was busy enough as the weather has broken. It is not too bad but the rain fell for most of the evening and suddenly at around 9pm the sun broke through for about ten minutes. Glancing across the Bay I noticed three guys were standing in the sunlight. I immediately thought of Peaky Blinders as they were all wearing flat caps, nipped in for the camera, and asked for a photo shot.
For those that do not have a clue what I am talking about, Peaky Blinders is a fine series on BBC2 about 1920s gang life in Birmingham.
As the weather had broken both Ewen and I were keeping an eye on the Hydro. We had it back to a manual start as we thought there was a bit more water flowing. It had gone really dry over the last four weeks. A trip up
to the Intake to check valve, gate and screen
and down to start it and all was fine after the first day and it was running albeit with some attention needed regarding soft ware. Mick was over meeting Archie and worked/tested the hydraulics after the meeting until evening and left happy that some of the glitches had been ironed out and it has been running about 50% since. Still only showery weather so things are not in spate yet. On the way down the track noticed a large crop of this years sycamore seedlings.
Be interesting to see how many survive.
The last couple of evenings at the Inn have been fairly standard but tonight was an emergency call out. Wedding in Plockton had reduced the staff and I had a slightly panicked phoned call around 7pm so it was up the road for and extra shift. I had not gone out this morning as I was having a while getting over the copious amounts of painkillers I had taken the previous evening to get through the shift. No harm done but did not feel up to it going out on a bumpy sea. Recovered quickly enough and had the dogs for company. decided a walk out to Ardbain
would assist the recovery and had a sandwich, settling down to the football when the call came in. A walk out to Ardbain
and/or Coilligillie is a cure for most ailments and the dogs love it especially the more rumbustious Dougal who loves the sea.
It is always startling when you are parachuted in to a hectic evening but nice to see familiar faces from Alligin and heard Dougie from the West End Hotel is still going strong and asking after me. Blast of memories going back to student days when I used to serve him a half and a half on many an occasion before Chrisma would come in and drive him home in his Morris Traveller. The Bostonians were in again and time flew by especially as I had a black sambuca with three coffee beans with a table just finishing their meal. As it was an emergency evening shift I gave it a try and was instructed to crush one of the beans, it was a rather pleasant experience. The only mistake of the evening was before the alcohol, the rest of the evening was a busy blur and half ten before you knew it.