(Friday evening) Son No3 who is piping in Paris at the moment is experiencing some of the fall out from Brexit. I suppose wearing a kilt and playing the pipes, there is no need for the Parisians to ask where he is from, he is being inundated with messages of support/sympathy and has not made so much money in one day. The down side of all of this is he has doubts as to what he now has to do if wants to work in France after he has graduated. As always there will be winners as well as losers and due to the pound falling through the floor he makes more money to see him through his studies when he exchanges back to the devalued pounds. Also the price of langoustine on the continent will mean those exporting will get a little more for the produce due to the improving exchange rate. A small gain in amongst the serious fallout.
Being at sea keeps a bit of sanity going in the day-to-day chaos that surrounds us at the moment.
Although we are all immersed in the fragmenting political world the routine of getting up, getting the bait sorted, heading out to haul the gear all gives the impression that life must and does go on.
On Thursday as well as it being a momentus day at the polls, although unknown at the time, I had a wee disaster myself at the end of the fishing day. Pulling the endless line from the shoreline to get the loop down to the dinghy painter the plastic eye snaps and I end up in the water up to my neck. Split second later I am out as I realise I have my camera and lens in my back pack. Double wrapped camera and lens survives but the spare 100/400 zoom gets a dunking and will be off to the camera doctor early next week as there is no response between lens and camera.. In the grand scheme of things a minor detail but very irritating. Dry bag for the future proofing of camera dunking. The weather has improved dramatically from the stiff south/south westerlies. The washing and mending carried on through Tuesday and Wednesday saw me shooting one of the reconditioned fleets back in the Bay.
Must be getting greener in my old age and more and more concerned about our effects on the environment. After pressure washing I went over the pier picking up all the bits of rope that were taken off by the pressure washer.
Plastic does not decompose quickly enough for it not to be badly integrated into the marine environment. More and more evidence of birds, fish and mammals ingesting our waste. With the gear work and then fishing on Thursday found it a tiring shift at the Inn. A pity as Tarneybackle were playing at the Inn. Arranged for langoustine to go to Loch Ness and was in bed early. Slept really badly and blame the unsettled state of mind of the EU vote. The soft light on the way home
from the Inn was worth a stop or two.
The wee trip down to the dinghy with some creel s and in the company of Dougal and Eilidh does not seem like work.
Fishing on Friday and the catch remains good. Having to tailor what creels to haul to suit needs at the Inn. They are selling large amounts but still do not want to create a back up and like to see them being sold fresh. Tailing a few more of the bigger small langoustine and tubing more for next week. Keeping an eye on a poorer forecast after the weekend. Lots of octopi about
and rather too many creels left with empty shells. Still I do like their antics and colour changes before going back over the side for more langoustine. Slightly unusual bonxie alongside, lovely white splotched head although still a fierce stare.
On the bike on the way up the road caught sight what I thought was a slow worm or grass snake, but it was not moving and when I turned it over it showed it s diamonds off and was an adder that had strayed to close to the road. My first real life, albeit a dead one, adder over thirty years here.
(Monday afternoon) Over the weekend I strongly felt the need to make sure all the European visitors felt welcome when they came to the Inn. At one time in the afternoon in the Inn there were Dutch, Greeks, Germans, Irish and French all eating fresh local seafood from Scotland. I wonder if more and more people are realising it is no longer about, in fact it was never about, who does what to whom at Westminster. Those with that unintelligible and ignorant state of mind are using the recent vote as an excuse to take their racist sentiments out on anyone they can find who are different from themselves. A whole list of abuses carried out over the weekend are being catalogued. A direct connection to the Inn where a member of staff’s boyfriend was at the end of verbal abuse because he was not born in the UK. I hazard a guess that they would not find on the map where he was born. As the political establishment unravels by the hour, exchange rates, pensions and shares have become as predictable as a January weather forecast in Applecross. Acres and acres of print since the result and to be quite honest I have not a clue where we are going. I am nervous simply because we seem to be on a dangerous “right-wing nationalism” track which is based on superior race as opposed to wanting to “run ones own country for the benefit of all living in that country nationalism”. Being able to laugh at ourselves and not take ourselves too seriously is critical to any kind of nationalism. And it must be secondary to climate change. Still life goes on and the visitors keep coming and the langoustine keep being consumed so in this little microcosm all is well, just could do with a little more rain to fire up the hydro turbine again.
(Monday evening) Now definitely no more excuses for Scotland not making the finals of any sporting championships. Well done to the boys from the Island that is bigger than Wales but has less than a fifth of its population. Twitter cheered me up after watching a pretty awful Ch4 News special about the Brexit result. Just awful watching people’s behaviour. And there is always a sunset to hang onto.