Howlin'...

On with the journey to Eigg for Lost Map Record's lovely wee festival, Howlin' Fling.

The weather was dreadful, so, with time to spare, we stopped at Fort William. Good thing too. Turns out today was the day that Iain's waterproof jacket and boots stopped being waterproof. To be fair, he'd had them for years. Luckily FW's shops appear to be all outdoors shops, barring a couple of gift shops and bars.

He scored a jacket and boots, we picked up some lunch, and drove to Arisaig for our ferry.

We eventually found a parking spot on the main street, strapped rucksacks to our backs, put waterproofs on, changed into our boots, and headed along to the ferry, where plenty other folk were doing the same.

The journey started off well. Sunshine and blue skies, seals and cormorants spotted on the rocks....and then it started to get a little bit choppy.

There were a couple of times I started feeling queasy - and there were several people who were very green around the gills, but we made it to Eigg without incident.

Bags and tents were thrown into the trailer, and we headed round the bay, over the trickling burn, to the camping field.

We managed to pitch the tent before the rain arrived again, and then headed up to the community hall to see what was going on.



We had a great evening of catching up with friends, meeting new folk and seeing some cracking bands. My highlights of the night were Savage Mansions, who looked like they were having the best time (and I will now always associate the Jurassic Park theme tune with), and Francois and the Atlas Mountains.

My blip is of David, from Francois, being carried over the heads of the crowd.