Saturday – part 2
gets his hackles up on seeing the White Transit – he’s obviously had a nasty experience.
We straggle into the bothy approx 8pm and reconnoitre the inhabitants. Two tame Weegies up for a night away from it all have brought a load of pallets which they are chopping with an axe (where’s Dyna-ti
when you need him?) and a full-on hunting knife. Shedloads of coal, food, lanterns and some beer. They’ve even brought a couple of comfy chairs to use at the bothy.
We chat away and set up shop in the next door room – fortunately the bothy is big enough for us all. Weegies leave axe and large hunting knife beside front door. “You are my wife now.” Hmmm.
convinces himself they are Hardened Deer Poachers up for some illicit shooting and makes Bang Bang gesticulations with his arms. Frighteningly realistic. Frighteningly plausible – two guys up for the weekend in a long wheelbase White Transit. Hmmmm. On the “no vehicular access” track. Hmmmm.
Actually they’re fine, offering us wood and coal to get our fire going to dry our footwear and offering us the axe to use if we want. I scavenge some hefty logs which are lying around 200m from the bothy and do the trainee arsonist bit whilst others prepare food in the gloomy candlelight. We are tired and hungry. The Ken
cook on his new £12 gas stove and explains how excellent it (the stove) is (I think I know where this is going).
starts snoring as I ‘m still cooking. Some wine is produced along with some beer (the Alcoholic Contents of The Ken’s
broken panniers). In a bizarre twist he decides he doesn’t like the beer and offers it up. There is some consumption of Peach Schnapps (only Gazz
would bring this) I believe and Rado
grumbles intermittently whilst continuing to snore.
Its now about 9:30pm. A couple of new people walk in after walking from Bonawe about four miles away. More weegies, but harmless enough. One a lassie with sore legs who proceeds to incinerate five years worth of Personal Paperwork, bank statements and so on, in the fire. Weird. Very weird. They announce the impending arrival of a further three pals and intention to drink lots of whisky and sing through to the wee hours.
I Immediately book space on floor by rolling out sleeping bag and mat between The Ken
and the fire (talk about between a rock and a hard place…gulp).
The next three weegies arrive (half of Glasgow’s up here tonight) and we jokingly question their singing ability (see previous references about singing all night) – the question doesn’t go down well, being met with brusque disdain.
appears and talks of NEDS roaring up the track in a hatchback, shouting, gesticulating and roaring away again. I think they were probably put off by his Ginger Haired Glowering Stance.
The Gaelic Singing Weegies want to bunk up with us for the night. We tolerate them for a while then tell them we’re bringing the bikes in. They retire next door, leaving yet more coal.
We are warm and tired, but The Ken
perks up at the prospect of a Blind Whisky Tasting game – he gets it quickly. Ledaig, Tobermory. Nice.
We talk gibberish for a while and there is some mention of Throbbing Gristle during an exchange of musical tastes. Alarms are set for 6:45am and we drift off to strange tuneless verses from The Gaelic Singing Weegies next door. Madness. But relatively pain free madness when compared to earlier in the day. I sleep with two knives by my pillow, each approx 2” long, but comforting none the less.
I also assure everyone that Sunday will be easy, with nothing like the rigours of today.
to be continued......
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