The Antithesis....

....of Red Adair....is Drumbeg's own crofter with a lighter, Red John McKenzie.

The morning after The Grand Opening of Drumbeg Village Hall saw many sare heeds around the village. I'd retreated to the safety of the hotel at 1am and my good lady dragged-in at 4am. The ceilidh was one of those grown-up Gàidhealtachd affairs with National Mod medalists singing beautifully, championship dancers flanging with incredible precision, country dancing performed to a Gold Medal standard......and the trouble makers with tinnies and bottles of whisky hanging about near the back making the place look a bit untidy. I found myself at the back.

In the afternoon, Mairi took us for a forced march into the flow country hinterland via Loch na Loinne. Tramping over peat bog and up heather hillsides was either going to cure my hangover or kill me. Fortunately, after 3 hours, I was back in the hotel supping on a cool pint of real ale and reviewing the hotel menu with considerable contentment.

Cracking weather too....they've not had rain in these parts for 5 weeks.....we're talking west coast Scotland here....