Saturday: The end of a crazy night at the Inn. For me it back to the old days, behind the bar serving solid for four hours with a queue out the door that never moved for the whole time, well you know what I mean serving one customer and immediately being replaced by another.
Everything started at three for me, a quick bit of food at 9.30pm and through till twelve. Another two hours to go before the bike ride home. It is going to be a good one, wind still blowing from the north, and I think a bit of eastern music on the headphones to get me home.
The weather was vastly improved and it was lucky for us as he Garden was full as was the tables on the street.
If we had to find seats for them we would have been broken. Bikers, cyclists, wedding guests and holiday makers made their way through the Inn tonight.
Germans, French, Dutch, Italians, all were here. In fact it felt like half the world was..great to get a seat with some residents from London, well from Paisley and have lived in London for the last thirty years. Great chat about the Yes/No and he brought up an interesting aspect that I have never thought about. He is not coming home but wants his kids to be Scottish and after a Yes vote wondered what that would mean.
Saw them again last night although did not have much time for chat and they said they were talking about the debate all day while touring around Torridon. Having seen James McEvoy on the Marr show in the morning I liked his take on it without him revealing how he was voting. Suggesting one should not vote on what the politicians are telling you as they are like actors in being trained in saying what you want to hear and in five or ten years time it will be a different set anyway. I told Clark that I was a cynical Yes voter and we parted with a good handshake. lots of hand shakes and the occasional hug, I think from customers just relieved to get a seat and a meal. Banter when we had time was supreme and connected briefly but strongly to a couple of German women, Ulle and Franka, just good craic and they were so pleased to be seated and thought the seafood linguine amazing. The most touching compliment came from and elderly gentleman who sat with his partner on table A. I had the good fortune to settle his bill and when he had done that he said how welcome they were made and he felt he had been looked after almost as though they were friends. That has to be one of the best compliments anyone can receive and it got a handshake. Everyone moved from a table when asked, usually the last option for to ask, but all was done in good humour and banter. the compliment I went into the prep room with and not to anyone in particular was the wee chappie from Glasgow who said that the 5star hotels in Glasgow would do well to send their staff up for training, meaning how well everyone was being looked after over a hectic two days.. Maybe something for the Boss to do in her semi retirement. Having said that this was only an opinion and I am sure there are brilliant staff in Glasgow. In amongst all this there was a little weird scenario taking place where I ended up passing notes to Jack, the photographer/barman, which seemingly a negotiation for one of his photographs. Negotiations did not go well and the last note I passed on was mildly abusive. It was only explained to me afterwards what was going on and it felt like being back at school again. Her inebriation did not really excuse her behaviour.
Apart from the hectic twelve+ hour shifts over the weekend been having really interesting discussions with Son no3, now a second year medical student, about the oils I am now taking. And again with our Doc, who is so down to earth and just tells you plainly what is going on. Basically if it works it is okay and this was the chat with No3 about the power of the placebo effect. What I am heading towards may be termed as vibrational healing. Sounds fascinating and open mind will be kept. Other events of the weekend apart from weddings was the cycle race from Shieldaig which closes the Bealach for three hours.
I have already mentioned about how the organisers do not communicate with the Applecross community and although this does not bother us too much, (maybe we should get some one to exchange notes), when I was there in the morning a couple of tourist cars were inconvenienced. Going to Glasgow setting off around the North coast was not the best start to his journey, more info and he would have started earlier thus avoiding the closure. On the bright side I had a chat with Claire, who is community minded and was marshalling, about how we overcome the impasse and felt positive afterwards. Maybe she can pass on our notes. Took a few photos of the cyclists as they whizzed past
and the few that said hello and thanks made you feel better about the whole event.
It is not the cyclists that bother the community it is the way the organisers have dismissed the community’s concerns. No wonder they come over to cycle through country like this.
Over the couple of days the changes in the light was lovely although only caught in glimpses. Saturday evening.
One ends up in a little microcosm but although I voted and saw the Council election results on thursday, I had forgotten that they were counting yesterday, mind you I know some people in Applecross had either not known the election was taking place or had forgotten to vote. Be interesting to hear their views on politics in the coming weeks and months.
So I go fishing today but that is another story