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A Weekend to Remember
We were on holiday in the village of Killin, Perthshire, when my daughter announced she wanted to explore further north, no special destination, just to 'up and go'. I was concerned at her taking this trip alone, and volunteered to accompany her. What an adventure! We went over the loch on the Kylescu ferry (now sadly a relic on the loch side - now there is a bridge over the loch. We visited a hotel close to Cape Wrath, and had a most pleasant lunchtime drink and sandwiches with the 'locals'. A television was on in the lounge bar, and we passed a comment about the reception to one of the local gentlemen - "Aye lassie" he said, "and that is on a good day" as we viewed a news report through what looked like a snow storm. On to Ullapool, where we had booked an overnight stay at the Ferryboat Inn. Our room overlooked the loch, and after a light evening meal we made our way to a local ceilidh.... Read more
Lochcarron Pro War Years
In the mid forties to 1950, my father was the manager of the Lochcarron hotel.
Despite being very young at the time I do remember the place and have some great stories to tell to people who were there around the same time.
Cath
School Years
Hi, although from the Orkney Islands I went to Balmacara House School for a year from 1971 to 1972, it was a great time in my life as I had not been out of Orkney much till then so it was a big step for me, I hope someone from that time reads this as I've lost contact with them all.
Awakening
Rising; stiff; cold; yawn; stretch; coffee; aroma; warmth; well-being; window; half-light; clothes; camera; motor car; dreary car park; utterly still; silent; intensely lonely; hesitant walk; height gained; mountain peaks on fire; dark water; vast, gloomy bay; soft sand; sudden burst of light; flood of warmth; feeling of exhilaration; awe; respect; love of nature; humility; transcendence from care; sense of perspective; timlessness; feeling of belonging; watch; time to get back; don't want to; slow walk; look back; emerald ocean; brilliant sand; azure sky; warm breeze; heaven on earth; turn around; reluctant walk; back to reality?; No!; rather, I'm walking away from it; but it is in my heart and I can return here in my mind at any time and remind myself of what is really important and of who and what I truly am.
Very, Very Happy Early Childhood
I spent eight years of my early childhood in Portree, my father James Argo was the Manager of the now Clydesdale Bank on the corner of the Square, my friend was Donnie Stewart whos father owned the largest store and sold almost everything. He owned a small boat and he and Annie McKinnon and I used to row in the bay and even rowed across to a small island. I loved Scoorybreck and my best girlfriend was Moira MacAllum. I think they are all dead now. I used to worship in the Episcopal church opposite the Drill Hall where they used to show lantern slides periodically. I have returned many times just to recall such happy memories. Roy and Rosemary Kemp were other friends, their father was the tailor.
Life in Cannich And Fasnakyle
My family and I moved from Elm Park in Essex to Scotland in the last weeks of 1948. My father Leon A. Lalonde had accepted a position as Chief Mechanical Engineer with John Cochrane and Sons, a construction company. They had previously been awarded a large contract to build a Hydro Electric Scheme in Glen Affric. Moving to Scotland in the middle of winter was not an ideal time to relocate house and home.
On our arrival we stayed in the comfortable Affric Hotel for two weeks while Dad found us a place to live. Finally he was able to secure a small house called "Fasnakyle Cottage". It was a crofters cottage, containing a living room, one bedroom, a bathroom and kitchen. Each room was very small, but overall the place was warm and cozy and served us fairly well. We did not have running water as most of us know it. We hauled our water in a large 500 gallon tank trailer from Cannich every few days, drained it... Read more
I Received A ''Royal Humane Society Award For Bravery'' For This...
I lived in Barbaraville (Alder Cottage) from roughly 1982-1987 with my parents before I moved away to work.
I loved this village and had many, many memories but one which is a big achievement for me was when ...
Two young guys from the village had made a 'homemade' raft and ventured out into the shallows of the bay but as any of you familiar with the bay will know there is a tremendously strong current during the change of tides.
Unfortunately due to these currents dragging them out towards the souters (tide going out) and the fact they were sinking!! the alarm was raised in the village. A teacher from Tain Royal Academy (who lived 3 or 4 houses down) arrived banging at the door, I since 12 have had my own boat hence arriving at my door considering I was 15 years old at this time.
The two of us waded out to reach my boat and made our way out to drag these two guys... Read more
