While at the toilets on Monday, as one is these days, had a chat about this and that with a passing local and touched on a rural issue that is very rarely spoken about but crops up occasionally, one of isolation or loneliness in country areas. Living in remote parts, I think, takes a lot more skill than in the town or cities, although I am sure one deals with a different sets of problems there. I have had very busy people comment that they sometimes feel very lonely and on the surface you think how on earth could that be. But I have always thought there is a huge difference in having a friend or two as opposed to many acquaintances. Probably at this time of year with the weather so poor and the days so short then these conversations strike home harder. Here when you have a very limited number of people to choose from the social skills you have to develop to get on with people of different persuasions and views have to be far greater than, say, in town when you would cross the street given the choice. Also when in the same company one tends to assume you know the people better than you do so are surprised when some one comes out with a “lonely” statement. Little bit aware of it as I reckon on a little SAD myself. Dead easy to hide but you know you are not nearly as tolerant as normal and have to walk away rather than get too involved in other people’s grumps and problems. Dougal does not appear to have any bad weather influences, off on a 6 hour jaunt on Monday evening, being returned home at 2.30 in the morning by Kenny G. Very interested in some moles that are along the school fence and generally enjoying life.
Another short painting session at the toilets and it’s is just about there with mirror, toilet roll holders up and gloss appearing on some of the wood work.Another windy day
although glimpses of sun made the beechwood look fresh.
Little bit of wood chopping and again today, a bit of cutting and chopping. Weather continues to be pretty awful although today was not as bad….not good for a single-handed wee boat. Forecast for another howler tonight. It does get into to your head and I think this will be my last winter with out the Light. There have been blinks of light,
spectacular in some cases
and the last two episodes of Borgen to see so it is not all bad.
Nipped up to the Heritage Centre for Gordon to scan a couple of photos for me I had found that coincided with the Focus in last weeks WHFP. They show my uncle Kenny Gollan with a couple of his teams based at Balmacara House
and were taken just before the formation of the Kinlochshiel shinty club in 1958. These were taken in 1952. I am assuming that they were both taken in the same year as Kenny is wearing the tie and suit. Do not know any of the guys but they would be around 80 if still around. Intrigued by the screen saver on Gordon’s computer showing, among others, my Dad looking as though he had just joined Applecross Primary School making it approximately 1922.