Replete from a magnificent week-end in the two cities, but came home to the sad news of another of the Applecross Inn’s family passing away. As a result I do not feel up to a posting from the travels. We all knew of Tony’s struggle over the last year or so and I for one was so impressed with his attitude to life, knowing there was so little time left for him.
I never once heard him complain about his troubles. Since coming up from Yorkshire to Shore Street Tony quietly became part of the Applecross community. There are many people living here who will always be grateful for his offers of help, lifts to where ever. If it was to the train or hospital he would offer with the minimum of fuss. For me his double bacardi, lemonade and no ice will be a sad miss at the Inn along with his wind up banter. And his holidays, when he was out having a meal, he invariably had langoustines and every single time without fail he would call me over and thank me saying, “Snoddy, I was just on my holidays”. This after consuming yet another heaped plate of langoustine. He was always on hand for any fund-raising and many charities across the country were the better off for his efforts and he knew the meaning of community. Sometimes when you felt a dip in your optimism of your own place he would come up to you, grab your hand and say some words of encouragement and that would make it all worth the effort. I know many in the community will miss Tony, his chat and his mischievousness, I know I will. On Saturday evening I was in Glasgow at Angus Grant’s awesome Tribute night and am reminded of Karen Matheson’s rendition of An Ataireachd Ard. A beautiful Gaelic song of laying to rest by the sound of the sea. Here are Runrig and Ishbel Macaskill’s version of that song. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=77-ggDJEFQg