Old Blue Movies

07/25/2005

Despite my hectic schedule, I have spent a particularly pleasant weekend with some hours fishing, plenty of socialising and a superb trip seaweed harvesting with the Glen Orchy Kerrs. Blue skies, blue seas, fair breezes and an excellent harvest, at my request we put into Carsaig Bay on the Ross of Mull for a picnic lunch, this is one of the most beautiful bays in Scotland and was at her best in the fair weather. Carsaig was one of the locations for my favourite film of all time “I know where I’m going” which celebrates its 60th birthday this year and I have a recording of the film which I play as a special treat. Because of our long history, we Trollaighs have a fireproof storage vault to keep portfolios of historical written records; pompously called for some reason the Trollaigh Mundiments. Each generation guards this guff like the very devil and of course updates and adds to it as the years roll by, my own contribution has been to transfer Great Uncle Edward’s extensive collection of Victorian and Edwardian exotica to video. Spurred on by the muse of a 60th anniversary tour of the locations for “I know where I’m going” I have discussed with the household the idea of selected paying guests enjoying a weekend viewing of Uncle Edward’s life’s work. We could add a brief walking tour of some of the more obvious backdrops, for instance the “Black Shepherdess and Flock” sequence at the White Falls, not forgetting the simply amazing roller-skating montage on the Great Drive. Lachie is most enthusiastic as, I have so far forbidden him access to the material in case he does himself a mischief; Mhairi on the other hand is a little huffy. However, I can see that dearest Dottie is considering the financial implications of elderly perverts being prepared to pay serious wonga to view a unique archive in the considerable comfort of the Great Tower of Trollaigh; regrettably, re-enactments would contravene several local by-laws.  The low of the weekend has been the summer chore of sweeping up half a trailer full of rubbish left by campers exercising their right of access to my policies, in addition to the usual smelly detritus, this weekend I was most generously bequeathed two broken deckchairs. However, the undoubted highlight of the weekend has been the news that the Glen Orchy Kerr’s youngest, Jono, has been accepted has a suitable husband by Heather Cole. This is the most splendid and welcome news and dearest Dottie and I offer our heartfelt good wishes and our hope that they will enjoy many years together. My only concern is that Heather’s father has the details of our address for the invitation, as above all else dearest Dottie and I enjoy a really good wedding. Cheers, yours Aye, Archie, The Baron Trollaigh.