Saturday, 23 July 2005
Day dawns dreich. All 3 of last night's guests depart during the morning, and I'm left trying to discern the Arnish hills through the drizzle and mist. Visibility too poor for off-road walking, so catch up with some writing. Temperature outside has gone down about 4 to 5 degrees in recent times, and the misty weather doesn't help. Cook a meal for mrs B & son, to wit: Savoy Cabbage Special. Recipe available from me at email@example.com. Finish the evening with a game of Scrabble, which I win by commencing with a first-word score of 47. I once started a game by scoring 74. Conceit? Nah.
Wednesday, 20 July 2005
After a late start, the others head off to Harris. I stay in town, as I have a lot to do. Start with a stint on the library computer, for which there is a heavy demand. I also buy a copy of the new Harry Potter book. Inititally I would have bought it at the Baltic for £12.99, but Woolies have it on sale for £8.99. Also bought qa small present for Mrs B's birthday tomorrow. Dropped everything off at Newton, where I also noticed that my boots are literally falling apart at the seams. So, back into town for a new pair, which I (luckily) found in Sportsworld. Had to do it all myself, level of service in there precisely zero. Was handed the bootsbox wrapped in a binliner. The lifeboat had an open day, so I went to its berth on Cromwell Street Quay. As I walked about on deck, a rgrey seal popped out of the harbour. Had a chat with the coxswain about the area that the boat covers, recent callouts etc. Saving lives is priority 1, saving abandoned vessels priority next. The last occasion they actually saved lives was in December '04, when a boat ran onto the rocks at Arnish and sank. Unfortunately, the skipper died. It seems the fishing boat had been left to leave the harbour on autopilot, whilst the crew were 'plotting a course' down below, with nobody above deck. The autopilot went wrong, and the boat crashed onto the rocks. At 3 pm, I went to the Lewis Games. There was a free shuttlebus to the playing fields at Tong, 4 miles outside SY. Very busy there. A lot of stalls selling various wares, varying from crafts to food. Three different bouncy castles dotted the area. A central arena had been cleared for the typical games, like tossing the caber, throwing a weight over a bar 12 ft above ground and lifting the stones. Actors staged a 10 minute play about the Stornoway cornmill. A man performed a 'one-man-and-his-dog' act with ducks, instead of sheep. I was not amused, it was faintly cruel. Left for town at 4.45. The afternoon turned nice and sunny later on. The rest of the day turns into yet another ceilidh, one that finishes at the slightly more decent time of 1 a.m..
Tuesday, 19 July 2005
Wednesday, 13 July 2005
Unremarkable day, where I went into town after lunch for some work on the library computer. By nightfall, there was a large tanker offshore. A coastguard RIB dashed out to the vessel, which had a bright light shining on its bow. The tanker moves off shortly afterwards, its bridge section brightly illuminated.
Today, London was awarded the Olympics in 2012, which gave rise to celebrations both in Singapore and in Stratford, East London, itself. There was senseless rioting in and around Stirling, with the M9 being blocked. Fairly warm and sunny weather, better than further south at any rate. Pop into the library, but the broadband modem manufacturers have no solution to Mrs B's broadband problems.
Four bombs explode on the London Underground in the rush hour. That surfaces at 10.20 a.m., and keeps me glued to the television for the rest of the day. Horrendous. Updated the journal for last summer.
Continue to monitor the news regarding yesterday's bomb attacks in London. Nip into the library to continue with the old journal. Mrs B's granddaughter singles me out for an extensive chat about friends and foes at Sandwick Primary.
Today, mrs B's son arrives with a friend who also brings his young daughter. They are here to attend next week's Hebridean Celtic Festival. Another couple is due on Monday. One other paying guest is staying here, a lady from the far northeast of Scotland.