When we arrived at the quayside after a steep up and down, past the Old Tin Church (which is exactly what it says on the can except it's a B&B) we started to look for the ferry but instead found the sexagenarian line up of 'String Driven', no doubt a very fine group, who were to play on Easdale this very evening. So, having always fancied being a roadie (as opposed to a groupie) I (and Richard) helped them move all their instruments, PA systems, drums, bags etc, to the edge of the quay where shortly the very small boat arrived.
It was a tight squeeze and half the band were left behind, which suited us as that way we knew the boat would be coming back soon!
Easdale is a little bit odd, rather Bohemian, with budgerigars and rabbits in cages and lots of arty things aka junk. It is also home to the World Stone Skimming Championships where once a year aficionados skim nice flat stones across the harbour. Perhaps the winner gets his (or her) choice of rabbit or budgie, I'm not sure.
When the boat came back we returned to Seil. We were on a tight schedule and had to get to Luing next.
No comments:
Post a Comment