Plockton 2000 Trip Journal
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Morning LifeFalling in Love at LastAfter a happy breakfast of porridge and Mallaig kippers (bringing to mind the Fawlty episode of the kipper and the corpse), we lounged around the waterfront waiting for the clan to assemble.
Quite an agile little guy, he would race back and forth along the top of the sea wall if we ignored him, enticing us into a little game of fetch. Whenever he succeeded in catching our eye, he would drop into a coiled-spring crouch, ready for Action, imploring with every cell in his body that we should enter the fray. He brought anything he could think of from the low-tide sea bed and dropped it at our feet, hoping we would become as interested as he. Once, he even brought me a large, wet leaf and plopped it down in front of me, whereupon I suggested to him that this wasn't maybe the very optimal object to use. He didn't care, he positively shivered with excitement and anxiety, so I threw the wet floppy thing, and he went into a frenzy of ecstasy and brought it back to me. He liked best if you threw things into the water, so that he could go charging into the water and get sloppy wet. This was so exciting that he sometimes would crunch the stick into oblivion out of sheer joy. I had to remind him that, had it been a bird, I'd have been quite annoyed. He was unrepentant. A Heron Stooshie
Farewell New FriendsThe only bad thing to happen this day was we had to say goodbye to Kirsty and Paul, who had to go back to the real world. No sooner found than lost. But there was no doubt in my mind that we'd stay in touch. Loch CarronWe embarked on what we now know to be a normal Brian outing - fearlessly over hill, over dale, covering a major amount of ground. So I can't tell you where we went, except that it was lots of places, and all of it very beautiful.
Eventually we scaled the very pinnacle of a mountain and I added to a little cairn there and we enjoyed a wild and weird view. We then stopped at a creek where Rory and the gang ran up in their kilts to support Hamish in Wee Jock's Lament.
Eilean Donan Castle
In the visitors' centre, gourmet products were on display. I had a lovely chat (and a few wee drams) with Alistair Robertson of Tallisker (Tallisker is the festival's host) and compared ̉ban against Isle of Jura.
Eilean Donan Photo GalleryAnother LossAfter all that, you wouldn't have thought I'd find room for Skye skate in lemon butter and capers, spicey mussel soup, and brambleberry crumble - but I did <big grin>. But then the sad truth, this was Rieko's last night. We hated to see her go. She passed around her card and address, and once again we had to say a goodbye. Plockton Photo GalleryFurry Companions Photo Gallery
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