Nairn October 09 I Diggery Did
So after the Perth Poetry night out I for some reason woke at 7am.
Knowing Neal wouldn’t appreciate an early morning wakeup call I did something I can’t remember ever doing! I made a coffee in the room, after the world’s longest shower I headed down to breakfast on my own, luckily there was no one else there and I enjoyed the basic bacon, sausage and eggs breakfast. Neil joined me for a coffee just before ten looking a little worse for wear but then who am I to speak I avoid mirrors at all costs most days.
We had a 2 hour drive to Nairn and two things would stand out: 1 the beautiful Scottish countryside and 2 the South Park Gps Neil had that kept us well entertained.
On arrival in Nairn we had to nip round to Neil’s caravan that he rents out, well I say caravan when it’s more like a two bedroom bungalow. Well worth a stay with the beach 200 yards from the caravan and onsite bars, pools and games room for the kids it is great, I was very impressed. Neil’s website is www.Morayfirthholidayhome.com
After dropping off flowers and a bottle of wine for his new guests it was off to the pub for a pub lunch and football.
Watching Rangers on Al Jazeera TV was a little strange but a steady afternoon on the cider was well enjoyed.
Back to Neil’s and when he got the guitar out and started singing his Sean Connery song we knew it was time for the night out.
I didn’t realise just how drunk I was at this point but arriving at another watering hole (can’t remember the name) I’d left phone and camera in Neil’s apt, so I must have been worse for wear.
We enjoyed plenty of beer with Neil’s friends Paul and Steven. Paul seemed to be drinking one of everything from behind the bar, whilst Steven grinned an bared it while I called him Mark all night, sorry mate.
Time flew by and during our one game of pool last orders rang, being Neil’s round he duly hit the bar knowing 4 pints were in order for us. At the bar he shouted over “Paul, they only serve halves after last orders so what do you want?” to my reply “I’ll have two halves” Not a classic but it seemed to make people in the pub smile.
Closing time was at a way too early 12:30am so we headed back to Paul’s house for what would be a strange experience.
Back at Paul’s it was clear that this was going to be when I was introduced to Whiskey on my Scottish adventure. 2 different types were sampled and after being told the second had a more peaty flavour I drew the conclusion in my head that it tasted more like another brown substance. During my whiskey tasting Steven was happily sat in a corner beating a drum and then it was time for the highlight of the night Paul got out his didgeridoo! Now I know some of you are thinking I’m using metaphors here with drum’s and didgeridoo’s but I’m not this was all happening and in a drunken cider, beer and whiskey induced haze it was hilarious.
Neither Neil or I can remember getting back to his apartment but I knew one thing, I’m a rubbish didgeridoo player and whiskey is not for me either. Okay so that was two things. Another successful tDWPe night out completed.
Sunday afternoon brought a more sobering experience. After getting out of bed in the afternoon and piecing the nights events together Neil had some sightseeing planned and we got are acts together and headed for the Culloden Battlefield http://www.nts.org.uk/culloden Now people won’t know this about me but I do love a bit of history and especially British history so this was a real pleasure for me. Don’t ask me questions though I love history but like song words I don’t always retain it.
I won’t hit you with the history of Culloden the link will take you there if you wish to read all about the battle. What I will tell you is that it had the strangest feel about the place. The battlefield is located on top of a hill but for some reason there was no wind at all, both sides of the fields are lined with flags representing where each side set up before the battle, blue for the Jacobite’s and red for the Government troops, now what was really eyrie was that out of 10 flags only one was blowing in the wind, but there wasn’t any wind. Well worth a trip to see if you are in the area.
Sunday night brought a quiet evening of live folk music entertainment and plenty of good conversation.
What I didn’t tell you was the night before Neal explained to me that Steven had recently learnt how to play the whistle, not being too musically educated I didn’t think this was a great achievement as most referees can play it while running around on a football pitch. Sunday night I was introduced to a proper whistle and respect was earned.
Monday morning came and a great two days had come to an end.
A quick dash to Inverness train station with the South Park GPS leading the way I was ready for my 8 hour train journey to get me back to the North, yes that’s how far North I was.
A beautiful train journey back to Edinburgh took me via Avimore and some amazing scenery. The train from Edinburgh to York was far more hectic which saw me stood all the way with a young girl next to me knitting. York to Doncaster was pitch black because the clocks had changed the day before and finally at 6pm I was back in Donny.
A great weekend for The Drink With Paul Experience and a trip I will definitely be hoping to take again.