Just before I take you on the trip we took on the Sunday, here are two/three pictures from Janet’s phone of the gig at Cromarty. Thanks Janet! Angie Palmer, from Preston I believe, but now living in France, is a singer/songwriter who puts a lot of effort and feeling into her songs. She plays guitar, and was accompanied last weekend by Billy Brockley, “whose mother calls him Steven”, on guitar and steel guitar. Bob Harris on Radio 2 rates her highly,so that was good enough for me. Here, the stage is set!
And now, here are Billy and Angie making use of the equipment thereon! Fabulous! If the place had been bigger I’m sure a lot of us would have been up dancing, but as it was, a good few people were jigging in their seats – including me!
and from there up the Coylumbridge road to the carpark for the ski lifts and funicular railway – the Funny Colour railway, as Janet and Ray have nicknamed it – on Cairngorm, the mountain. We weren’t there to join all the skiers and snowboarders who were wrapped up in their winter gear, but we were bound for the Funicular all the same. You can see the route from the carpark in the centre of the above shot going up to the horizon on the left of the photo.
A ptarmigan, by the way, is a game bird found in the hills here.
The view looking down the way we had come was pretty good! Could have been clearer, but was still beautiful! Just to the left of the central hillock is Loch Morlich, of which, more next time. Then there were the skiers , and the snowboarders fixing their boards on,
and the caterpillar vehicle that cleaned and smoothed the slopes, probably shovelling snow on to the pistes, and what looked like a mountain rescue sledge. Was there going to be a practice rescue? There was no urgency so it can’t have been the real thing.
This one wouldn’t be coming back down till the restaurant staff came down later. Note there is no-one driving the up-train! It was controlled by our driver, because of course when one goes down, the other has to go up. So, just before I finish off for today, just one last photo – Janet and Ray on the train coming down. Soon we were back at the carpark, and with a last look around at all the skiers, ski-ing on into the evening, we jumped into the car and headed home to Inverness , for a glass or two of wine and an evening of Scrabble. Janet will no doubt comment here – but I did beat her in one game!
Talk again soon.