Rub o’ the Green or what! Imported that Weekend in bucketfuls.
As usual, problems en route- Bobby’s recent massive Kawasaki, which had already given warnings that it wanted repatriated down South (by getting a puncture. and then getting the AA for an electrical problem) and now another puncture, all in a space of 4-5 weeks. Message there. So poor Bobby, going by car, stuck with his lovely wife- could be worse.
Some hiccups with the Moggie, as usual, but it made the journey. Not so Manfred & Charlotte- charged with impersonating Police Officers- I ask! They didn’t fancy the food in Inveraray Jail so we invested £4 and 3 shillings to bail them out.
The dinner was great- small but posh portions (not Irish ones), but very tasty. Don Montgomery supplied a couple of bottles of Bushmills which were raffled on behalf of the Glasgow Hospital for Sick Kids. The lovely Shona Mitchell & equally lovely Fiona Baird persuaded (not much needed) the diners to buy raffle tickets & we raised £306 for that cause (This is the same good cause for which that the famous Easter Egg Run, where about 1500 bikers convoy thru’ Glasgow, raises funds).
Whilst in Inveraray, we started dinner early so we could mosey into the Town & partake of whatever was on offer during their Bluebell Festival. It (whatever you chose), was in plentiful supply at The George Hotel who put on music all day & most of the night, changing the band every hour.
A number of us went & stayed, while others chickened out. Your Chairman may be many things, but doesn’t display many symptoms of that fowl. Neither does the bold Chris.
Having abandoned his long time bedfellow George and upset Ivan who was hoping for a Menage a’ Trois, Chris started selecting his prospective special friend for the night from a coven of what might best be described as “very easy”,(but not on the eye) “dead certs”, often bearded and of dubious origin, gender & orientation. He always was a fussy. So ladies, take care!
So many with delicate heads started recovering by eating excellent breakfasts & we all set off for the West end of the Crinan Canal where we stopped for ooohs & aaaahs at the beauty of the scenery, both getting there and at the destination. Not a boat was being lowered or raised in this Very high lift , nevertheless, the views were breathtaking- sunshine & no wind- perfect!
After an extended stay, most of us headed to our hotel. Some off to the Bluebell Festival, others to get some sleep, but you writer had a bevy with Irene & Billy, who was attired in his Long Johns & matching vest (for under his leathers to let you understand), definitely not a pretty sight!. After finishing the 14.5% wine- I didn’t notice.
Being the 40th Anniversary, the dinner was a reflective occasion. Many a wistful reflection (especially by Ron), & an appropriate toast to “absent friends”- for friendship is what these Clubs are all about). .
Irene had bought prizes for the wee ones (but Sarah had to go home on Friday night, so Allan took the toy home). Wee Mia was pleased with hers, more adult present, and, together with Mum and the lovely Rhubekka, did the collection for the Staff “thank you”.
A previous Chairman of dubious ancestry insisted on reading out a ditty about a couple who got entangled in various positions, associated with interlocking ring wear (I couldn’t understand it). Many ladies left the room in high dudgeon, reflecting on very similar entanglements in their pasts.
Sunday looked dubious, however, the Rub was still with us & we reached Gailes in good time, for the usual first class lunch. No rain.
Many split there, & more at Monkton. The Irish voted to go by Newton Stewart, & Johnny Haynes did the guiding to Creebridge Hotel. Coffee & eats & then off to the Ferry. Ronnie & JT accompanied the guests & all was well & splendid.
A great weekend- much enjoyed.