Long Days

I love this time of year for several reasons. First of all is the warmer temperature. I don’t like strenuous walking in warm weather, but I love sitting outside in the garden, where I am invariably joined by both cats. They love us being outdoors! Yesterday I had breakfast sitting on the love-seat, and Flora came and sat on the other half of it which was very endearing. Tom wasn’t far away, strolling around on the grass behind us. I also love the longer days, waking in the daylight instead of the dark. It’s great to play Pickleball outside at the tennis courts, so much milder than the chilly weather of a few weeks ago. And the back room is so warm that we often open the French windows and enjoy the fresh air while having lunch or reading or just chatting. It’s all very pleasant. 

A doggie visitor

Three of my cousins, Janie, Julie and Abigail came round for lunch today. Abigail brought her wee Westie, Rowan, and we were lucky to have lovely weather which meant that we could sit out in the garden. It was a delightful afternoon full of chat and laughter, and Rowan enjoyed getting lots of attention from all of us as she hunted bumble bees. Luckily she didn’t catch any!

Flora was upstairs in our bedroom when our visitors arrived and wisely stayed there; I’m sure she knew that Rowan was there because she appeared just after they left. However Tom was outside patrolling his territory when our guests arrived, and although he did not put in an appearance at all during the afternoon I suspect that he was watching us and our doggie companion from a distance the whole time. 

After Janie, Julie, Abigail and Rowan left, Tom came into the kitchen and gave James a hard stare before leaving again. James interpreted this as Tom being in a “furious mood” which I thought was very funny. He did give us a wide berth until the evening by which time he accepted some cat treats and appears to have put the incident behind him. 

Playboy of the Western World

This evening I went to see National Theatre Live’s production of Playboy of the Western World. I didn’t know what to expect and I was certainly surprised by the strange tragi-comic and downright absurd plot. The actors were all very good and performed in thick Irish dialect which took Gordon and I a while to get used to. The play was first performed in 1907 and offended Irish Nationalists so much that there was rioting in the streets! They thought that it was vulgar and mocking Irish culture, but I think it was actually mocking all human behaviour. 
I have been to see National Theatre Live several times before, and it is very nearly as good as seeing a play live on stage. This is probably because you are in fact seeing it live on stage, with zoom in shots and different camera angles, albeit recorded. It was a fun evening. 
Postscript - one of the actresses had a familiar Cusack look for me, and when I looked her up later I was pleased with myself for correctly identifying Megan, one of the younger members of the Irish Cusack acting dynasty! 

Beach day

Thursday was the hottest day yet of this early heatwave; about 24 degrees in Ullapool. Of course this is small beer compared to the record-breaking (for May) 35 degrees that is being experienced in London, but it still felt very warm. We decided to head to a beach and chose the small beach at Clachtoll. It was like being at the Mediterranean! So warm, with white sand and turquoise blue sea. There were a few other people on the beach but it wasn’t too busy, unlike many of the beaches in England this week where there has been over-crowding and even fighting. We are so lucky to be in the north west of Scotland. There were some people already swimming in the sea, and I lost no time in joining them! I put on my wetsuit for the second time and it certainly kept me warm in the water - almost too warm! I felt too separate from the water. So the second time I went in just in my swimsuit without my wetsuit and it was delightful. After a picnic lunch on the beach James went for a walk and then we headed back to the cottage. The mountains looked very clearly defined in the afternoon sunlight. 

Summer arrives in Ullapool

We have had such a lovely week in Ullapool with Mitchell and Gosia. They have visited Scotland several times before, but never so far north, so it was a pleasure introducing them to the area. We took them to lots of our old favourite places such as Corrieshalloch Gorge, Inverewe Gardens and Lochinver, and they were enthusiastic and interested in everything. One highlight was going to a concert at the Village Hall by Session A9. Iain and Iris had recommended this Scottish traditional music supergroup to us and they were even better than I had hoped and expected. Mitchell and Gosia loved them too. Every set was excellent and the music was varied and powerful. One of the musicians was sitting very near to the edge of the stage, and was playing his fiddle with such energy that his chair moved closer and closer to the edge until Gosia spotted that he was about to go right over and gestured to warn him just in time. He was very grateful and even blew her a kiss. 
Another highlight was a trip on the Shearwater, where we saw porpoises, lots of seabirds, and two sea eagles flying around near their nest at the top of the cliffs. This was particularly interesting to Gosia and Mitchell because they are keen ornithologists, and they also identified lots of birds at the feeder when we were eating breakfast in the mornings. Gosia fell in love with Tom cat and wanted to take him home with her! 
The weather started a bit grey at the beginning of the week, however the heatwave that was being enjoyed in the south of England gradually pushed its way north and soon we were able to sit outside and enjoy the sunshine. We climbed up Knockan Crag and James told Gosia and Mitchell all about the geology of the area. We enjoyed going down to the harbour to watch the luggers sailing around the loch with their four sided sails. They had gathered in Ullapool for the annual Luggerfest which included music, talks and stalls at the harbour. We bought kippers and watched the ships being piped into the harbour by a kilted bagpiper. We ate in the Ceilidh Place a couple of times and had lunch at the Seafood Shack. On Mitchell’s birthday, Gosia had arranged a surprise; whisky tasting at Glen Ord Distillery for Mitchell and James. They had a great time and Mitchell even got to bottle his own whisky. 
Mitchell and Gosia introduced us to Sequence, a part board, part card game, which was great fun and we played it nearly every night. I have ordered one for ourselves, I think that Davie and Chanel are going to love playing it. On their last day with us we headed through to a very hot and sunny Inverness, where we visited Culloden Battlefield and then a brewery in the town centre. We walked along the banks of the River Ness and it was stunningly beautiful. 

The Marriage of Figaro

On Sunday, we went to see The Marriage of Figaro at the Theatre Royal. It started at the early time of 3 p.m. which was just as well because it was about three and a half hours long including the interval. We both thought that it was wonderful. The plot was convoluted and indeed downright silly, but that’s to be expected from Opera. The music and singing however were absolutely sublime. We had seats in the front row which were fantastic because we could see the orchestra as well as the singers. What a great afternoon.
We arrived home in nice time to have a pizza dinner with Davie and Chanel. We had a great chat with them as usual; I find their opinions and knowledge to be very interesting. And we talked about anything and everything, including politics, religion, the Eurovision Song Contest and David Attenborough.
I had lunch with my school pals today at Il Pavone and as usual it was a pleasure to see them. Libby pointed out that in September this year she and I will have been friends for fifty-nine years! I think that we will have to have a special celebration for our diamond friendship anniversary next year. 
Today something happened which affected me much more than I would have expected at my time of life. I had been very pleased and flattered by an invitation which was then rescinded. Well such is life and to quote the film Casablanca, my little hurt feelings “don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world." 

Simon Evans

It has been a social and pleasant weekend. We met up with Ally and Colin Walker at the Art Gallery on Friday and had lunch in the café. Then on Saturday, we took the train through to Edinburgh and had brunch with Janet and Peter. It’s a while since we’ve seen them and it was really nice to catch up; they’re looking well and were full of the joys. It was a beautiful spring day and we strolled along Princes Street and down to the National Portrait Gallery. We wanted to see the portrait of Alan Cumming because we had recently watched a television programme about how it was painted. It’s by Gibraltar artist Christian Hook, and was painted in 2014, as the winning commission for the  Sky Arts portrait artist of the year. It’s very striking and I thought it looked even better in real life. There were lots of other really interesting portraits of Scottish people, some more my taste than others. 

We then went to the nearby Stand Comedy club, where we met Gordon and Morag for drinks and then watched comedian Simon Evans. I have never seen him before, and I was very impressed and indeed amused. He’s a couple of years younger than us and I thought he was very funny; very intelligent and confident. He seemed just to be telling us stories about his life, but it was really insightful and he made connections between all sorts of things. I would certainly go to see him again. The train was very busy on the way home but we managed to get seats and soon we were home in Cambuslang watching our old favourite, the Eurovision Song Contest.