brigade run every guy fawkes night. But i was also running a pottery workshop for the youth club at Applecross.
This is a village much smaller than mine, over the highest hill road in Britain, the famous Bealach na ba, a hair raiseing hairpin bendy single track road, which ive not been happy with since my son rolled his car down it, with me in, upside down.
However,Chugging along in my unfeasably small car full of clay with NIN blasting out, lifes fine. until i hit the rain, which turned to snow.
It was pretty murky up there in the gathering gloom. no Yetis though Ed. nothing like the metres of snow my parents are currently experiencing in newfoundland either.
The Pottery class was great, Applecross kids lack the mainstream general urban horridness of kids from my village, no clay being throw, no fake poo & no hoarse dispairing adults yelling. result.
road back had been ploughed, so only arrived at quiz an hour late, and the the pagers went off.
we returned to the pub having missed the quiz, but gaining a well deserved (half ) pint from “ooing” and “Ahhing” people, “sorry ladies & gentlemen we cannot possibly discuss what happened, but needless to say we’re all incredibly heroic, I thankyou fans “
and that was day one of my blog.
night night x