Aye Jock, your right. Young Fermer Mornish thought he was interested in everything, but apparently not. Bonnie Airds is not for him. Not even Achnasavil or Dippen for that matter, and them just sublime.
It’s a damn spite that there's nothing here for him, but what the heck, I see somebody has started a thread all for himself. Ideal for a boy of more diverse interests.
I was thinking that Davie P could be selling some advertising for this thread; it’s got nearly as many readers as the Friday morning ritual. Just think, a few bed & breakfasts, a couple of milkmen, cars, fish salesmen.... it could be the dot com of 2005. We'd all need commission of course, and a cut of the selling price when the enraged Courier proprietors buy it out... Mind you, they would probably start off by creating their own blog in opposition. Maybe they have one already....Who knows?
The EKCC thwarted the bochan plan for their first meeting. The water was removed from the table to prevent any intoxification of the panel. Watch out at the next meeting, when the Bochans attempt to serve up mushroom tea, made from fungi picked freshly from the back of the caravan site.
Decorum was the order of the day. There were gasps as the new council took their seats in the packed Library, with the planning officer outshining them all with his smart but trendy attire.
The born again council have wild plans to rejuvenate the village. The football pitch and pavilion are to be restored to their former glory, and once again we'll be able to trot from the monument at Airds along the edge of Airds Wood. They say that they're also going for a community buy out of the River the golf course and the Bay.......or is that just a rumour born from Bochan mischief. We'll maybe hear more at the next meeting. Be sure and ask your councillors, just in-case there's a hidden agenda. Maybe they should also be registering an interest in the harbour once the money has been spent on it. Aye some fine assets for the community. Better that, than in the hands of a few, eh? Damn me, why stop there. Go for the forest as well. If the toonies can buy the airport, why cann't the crofters jump on the band wagon. They could follow the Gigha folk and get a grant for their own wind farm.
We're allowing that first on the agenda will be picnic benches overlooking the hotel garden. Bochans could sit there on a still night and throw cockabendies at the glass roof of the conservatory, and attach sticky willies to inebriated crofters as they creep home to their nests.
Summer's coming. Time for a barbecue, down the bay. What do you reckon?