Steve Anderson

Scotland 2012

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September 2012

       Talking of chaps, there was an extraordinary American called David (pronounced Daveed) who I met a few times in the Old Inn, he was doing a grand design at Fiskavaig, a village down the road, and had done the most incredible amount of research into all of the components of his house, he had been building this place for 6 years and the roof was not quite on, the roof was to be supported by huge steel joists which were necessary as he was intending to cover the roof with 100 tons of peat, not the most common of roof coverings but he had he assured me done his research. He was a software engineer specialising in banking databases and had 7 highland terriers which he named after the 7 main chakras (energy points around the body according to eastern religion), when asked which one was sitting on his knee by the barmaid he answered without hesitation Muladhara “the vagina chakra”! He was into Buddhism and had spent some time with an enlightened master, which did not surprise me, everything he seemed to do was done to a depth that the rest of us either don’t have the time for of more probably the inclination.

       After 3 days at Carbost, 2 music nights and a staff party I was feeling the need to move on to pastures new and perhaps slightly quieter.


Applecross (3 nights)

       Applecross was featured on a TV program by Monty Hall who attempted a summer of crofting in a hastily reroofed stone shed nearby, and while the programme put Applecross and probably Monty on the map it slightly annoyingly only depicted life on a croft in the summer months. I personally did not want to see halcyon summers, I wanted the full blast of crofting in a Scottish West Coast winter, but there you go perhaps a slightly perverse thing to ask for.

       Applecross is best arrived at from the north I was told by my Dunvegan location analyst, and he was right. This road is not for the feint hearted and being the highest pass in the UK at over 2000 feet is to be avoided in bad conditions completely.  Applecross its self is a rather nice village on the edge of a large open bay with more history than you can shake a stick at and is another place where ancient saints from Ireland settled a couple of hundred years after St Columb in Iona. Everyone in Applecross is rather smiley in a way which reminded me of the old TV series the prisoner, it somehow did not seem quite right, there just seemed to be slightly too much euphoria around.

       I stayed the first night in the camp site owners B+B , where I was informed by a lady clad in a mauve lamb’s wool wrap that the B+B had been un wittingly erected on an ancient stone circle. “Could I feel the energy?” I was asked, we were also there during a very full moon I reminded her, and suggested perhaps some herb tea to keep the experience from running away with its self. No one likes too much energy!

       The coast road on which Applecross is placed is superb, and appeared to be a favourite route for loads of rather weird rally enthusiasts in Ford Escorts and the like, with the occasional classic E-type etc making a showing, I went for a drive along this road to Sheildaig because the summer weather was venting its self and on the way back fought though a gaggle of minis done out a La Monte Carlo mode, who were joined by 2 Biggles clones in a roofless 3 wheeler with sodden leather flying hats and goggles and both were wearing a sort of rictus grin which I am sure was a desperate attempt to appear to be enjoying the experience. Each

There are two seasons in Scotland, June and Winter. (Billy Connolly)

Applecross towards Lonbain

Applecross bay with Skye in the background.

Redpoint beach