Getting used to the quieter house now as everyone departs to carry on their own lives. Father-in-law away before New Year to be replaced by Son No4 and Rachel, while Son No3 stays on till last Saturday. Only just gets the bus at the Inn as it drove off as he was opening the door outside the schoolhouse. Not a lot to report. Still shore bound and still not finding too much energy to be doing too much.The light box is on and it is pretty dreich outside. Having said that on Friday looking west most of the day it looked as though Skye was enjoying a much better day.
The light to the south-west was unusual
but captivating and stopped the wood chopping for a while. This last one taken by No3.
The Inn is very quiet just now and have to be honest I am finding it hard to adjust to the quiet times. There are far more staff on out front than previous years and at times more staff than customers. On Saturday after chatting to the cavers, who are carrying out a fairly extensive potholing exploration of the limestone caverns around the Alt Breugach river and a couple of other regulars, I headed for home to watch the Glasgow game on telly. I am not into crosswords and there would have to be no one coming in to be able to concentrate on more serious paperwork so I get a wee bit bored waiting and watching the clock tick by.
However the balance to this is that you never know who comes in the door. Thursday evening I regretted finding out what the family did, who were sitting at the Big Table, until just as they were leaving. Turns out he was the Edinburgh Book Festival Director and a wee conversation ensued about Kirsty Logan and short stories and my trip down to Charlotte Square. It’s these meetings that keep me from giving it a break over the winter, like yesterday chatting to the retired GP from North Yorkshire. You build up a sense in how far you can go with banter about retired GPs as we have many in Applecross. But then all is well when Felix, Sarah and family come in.
Once the welcome, food and chat are done and dusted they got the fiddles
out and an afternoon of very fine tunes and songs was had.
The warmth you receive from them and many other customers visiting the Inn is the fuel I need to get through the winter and I suppose at the Inn in Applecross there is no better place to top up. The walk through the Estate and round the Bay with the ever-present oystercatchers and Dougal and Eilidh also get us closer to the spring when life break out again.