Mr Fish in abeyance
and the weather is fantastic. Enough wind for the sailors but I avoided that and got some golf instead. On enquiring about tee times at the Abernethy course I was told to avoid Thursdays between 10am and 1015 as the 'Seniors' went out-all three of them. It wasn't Thursday and the course was as deserted as Hutton main street -bliss.
Loch Insh is a strange resort. Everyone friendly but the guest literature is not. One notice expresses 'disappointment' that people using the dining room are tipping their chairs back onto two legs and this habit must desist forthwith. Another notice warns of horrendous fines if you check out late; another in the 'welcome pack' itemises the value of each article in the chalet as the cost of replacement to be deducted from your security deposit-£6-50 for a fork, £43 for a Duvet Cover and so on-given that your deposit is only £100 it makes you(me) feel that I must immediately embark on an orgy of destruction. Also a strange pricing policy; mini gym and boats for guests free at certain times. But using the washing machine is expensive-also the children's play ground is chargeable-and no high chairs for the chalets; they are too popular in the dining room. But it is a lovely spot and these little indignities must be ignored. It does make you wonder however what sort of guests they expect: tipping up chairs with wild abandonment and then rushing back to their chalet to tear up the double duvets. (and oh yes, walkiong on the newly planted grass)
One of a party was requested to pick up all the dog turds in the area-presumably on the grounds he has a dog; so do several other people in the immediate vicinity but he must have looked a likely owner of a massively incontinent canine. He has a beard (not the dog, it is whiskered) so that must have influenced their targetting as well.
We must soon think about the journey back-but not yet.