The sun has been shining and there is no wind. Stormoway is wall to wall tartan and whisky as the Mod takes place. There's more cameraists around the place than you can shake a salty stick at, long lens' and over-pixelled boxes on three legged sticks - and then they all take the same snap!
We took the ferry. Although when I say The Ferry I really mean a ferry since The Ferry was being mended after getting stuck in 2 nd gear and the handbrake not working then crashing into rocks and a few pontoons the other day in Lochmaddy. We don't often go this way these days either as the ferry from Stormoway is newer and nearer home.
I snapped up the old Clansman anyway onto Polypan-f film using some old rangefinder I had about my person. Oooh, I rather like the effect here.
Now, don't you get telling that Toots fella but my Perkeo I took on me hols stopped working again. Only shot off two shots before the double exposure preventer jammed. So there I was, bobbing around on the boat on Loch Ness, keeping a wary eye for the monster with nere a square format camera to play with. And, seeing I'd made a pact with that Tootsie to shoot some shots paying homage to Kenna - as he would do at his gaff in Spainland - I was stuffed.