At Random – 13.5.21

Martin Laing

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I thoroughly enjoyed the weekend. It was wholly different for me than the previous weekend, which I chirruped about last week as the tourists flocked to Oban and the coast for the May bank holiday break.

There were still tourists about – we met a lovely couple for Rotherham, South Yorkshire, though I don’t know their names – who said they were here for a repeat visit, but the town felt almost out-of-season and returned to ‘normal’ as local people enjoyed a wee bit revelry in the Oban beer gardens.

The weather, as you might expect, was, ahem, indifferent, but imaginative thinking by some of the Oban business leaders made the climatic conditions almost irrelevant.

The new screening around the Oban Inn, as well as its recent fandabidozi overhead cover and heaters, rendered concerns about the weather not an issue.

There were also obviously local lasses partying on Sunday afternoon at the Lorne, with high spirits and chilled prosecco, along with the usual barflies providing cheerful, if noisy, background sound.

I mentioned ‘normal’ above but I doubt if we will ever achieve what that once meant. However, we must all try to accept a new reality – most of us have already – and adapt to what that may mean in future.

But let’s us all hope fervently that the tourists are able to come back in great numbers and support our economy – even if at the cost of ribald and invasive racket – and plough cash into local coffers. All our futures depend on it.

Road raging

Confession: I’m not always the most patient of drivers and become exceedingly frustrated behind crawling caravans and motorhomes (why on earth don’t they just pull over and let us faster vehicles past?).

But even for me and my intemperate nature, a trip on Sunday between Oban and Stirling rose to a whole new level of almost disbelief at the appalling level of driving inability. There seemed to be countless motorists for whom the Highway Code was a mystery and who apparently believe they are immortal.

More strength, please, to the police and their efforts to get the loonies aff the streets.

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