You would think that having a day off would be a recuperation but not if you travel for two hours, go on a walk with the dogs for four hours, then take in a bit of music before the two-hour drive home. Having said that it was an immense day, the aim was to hear a bit of music at Sabhal Mor Ostaig provided by a range of very fine musicians.
Decided that fishing did not fit into the day so set off with Dougal and Eilidh and after calling in at the Kyle Coop, hearing a wee story of NC500 road rage, checking the venue and off down to the Aird of Sleat. Although the sign says leads on dogs, knowing that Dougal and Eilidh are not sheep chasers but more interested in grubbing about looking for rodents they had free rein on the track to the edge of Skye. This part of Skye is by no means full and I met around twenty people in the four-hour walk, after a family left had a wonderful remote beach all to myself,
and the dogs of course.
On the way met a couple from Cape Cod and the inevitable Trump conversation ensued. Laughed when one of the ladies said she emailed Trump all her contact details in response to his latest demand. This was to collect all the details of people who had gone onto an anti Trump website. She and her mate were proud marchers, trying to stand up peacefully to a rather bizarre part of American history. Established a routine on the beach where I threw the stick into the water, Dougal goes out swimming for it and Eilidh waits on the water’s edge
to try to wrestle it off him.
The decision to stop was mine, would still be there if not. Caught sight of the lighthouse further along the shoreline,
below which was a gathering of cormorants, looking satisfied after a day’s fishing,
so we ended up there before making our way back in plenty of time for the musical evening, and a fine evening it was too. The walk back was beautiful,
and was very fortunate with the weather, it rained both before and after the outdoor part of the day.
Dogal quickly became very muddy on the way back and the dip in the Minch was a distant memory by the time we were back at the van.
The music and banter were top quality with Applecross getting a wee mention in the story about Gary of Avernish and why the tune was composed and named. Seemingly all about a party that Adam invited Gary to that did not take place due to Adam being 180 miles away and forgetting completely about the invite. So the tune was a way of apologising to Gary. The invite took place in Applecross by the way. Lots of stories about Teviots or Cheviots and songs from Anna and Hamish. Wonderful music all evening played to a packed Hall by Adam,
Anna, the always smiling Mairead
and Hamish, finished off with a rousing set of Sound of Sleat and Road to Errogie. Managed a couple of discrete shots, have to say I am quite conscious about spoiling other people’s appreciation of the evening by taking photos so try to keep that to a minimum. An explanation why there are none of Hamish or Anna.
So back home around half past midnight tired but replete.