I was at the Argyll Festival in Glasgow at the weekend. Organised by CHArts Argyll & the Isles (Culture Heritage & Arts) who are charting all the culture, heritage & arts activities in the Argyll area. Argyll Fest was about the best that Argyll has to offer by way of food, drink and artisan crafts. I was delighted to have been accepted and been part of the event.
We had arrived in Glasgow the night before as I hadn't wanted to travel across country in the early hours & it meant we could go to the cinema and see something loud and nonsensical the evening before. Glasgow was fully booked up, my favorite hotel had run out of beds. So we took the first one we could find with a vacancy. Not the nicest but we went to see Mission Impossible which was loud very nonsensical and just what the Dr ordered!
After a late night, as I was up until all hours sending emails for Artmap weekend, we left the hotel to get to the venue, slightly antsy as I was tired and feeling stressed by the day to come. Arriving early, when we realised that we had driven past the venue twice before eventually finding it, I had written it off as a waste of a weekend. If we couldn't find it what chance did was there of any customers coming in? Then I discovered that there wasn't any electricity as had been requested and promised. I was stomping around by this point. We hadn't been able to park terriby near by so I had a lot of to-ing & fro-ing to do before I could start to set up. However an electrician arrived and power points produced, I stopped being hot and bothered & fakely smiley, was provided with a cup of tea and gradually I calmed down and properly smiled at people! I discovered later flags and bunting etc got hung out and so people did come in to see what it was all about, LOTS of people!
The Briggait is an interesting space/venue. Now full of workshops for over 100 artisits and creatives with a huge central space, fantastically light and bright. (I was actually quite pleased it was a bit of a grey rainy day so that my lit lamps and shades did show up.)
It is situated in the medieaval part of Glasgow, Merchant City, a category A listed building originally built to house Glasgow's fish market, it was completed in 1873 and used for the market until the late 1970's.
I didn't take this picture but have nicked it via Google from discoverglasgow.org. I probably should have googled it before we went so that we knew what to look for when we arrived! There's also a, now restored, steeple/clock tower, which can't be seen in this picture, that dates back to 1665, an interesting building.
I was very rubbish at taking photographs that day and was too busy chatting to customers and fellow stall holders to remember. Periodically Mr B brought across a sample of one of the gins or whiskys or ales that were on offer and food. It turned out to be a really nice day and we decided to stay an extra night and managed to book into our favorite quirky urban chic hotel 'The Z'. Also an interesting old building, formally a printworks.
A very mixed weekend!
Comraich Chickens Part I
The red wattle of the elder statesman, jowl-like and pendulous,
wobbles and shudders as he stiffly stalks past.
Fluffy undergarments on show, tiny pink combs
perched just so, the young girls trip ahead.
Matrons, bosomy and usually bustling, sit and doze
dazed by the afternoon’s heat.
Yellow pollen pannier’d bees buzz busily
in and out of blooms
Birds twitter, an ant scurries across a stick
A weathered white whelk shell spirals out
From between the rocks on which I sit.
Comraich Chickens Part II
From within the acid yellow bright ragwort,
The frothy cream of meadow sweet,
Amongst the cool green swirl and furl of ferns
Comes a chattering chirp, a gentle chunter,
Drying grasses rustle and part.
The regal rooster and his hareem appear
From the shadows into the sun.
Full of purpose, bright eyes sharply peer
Seeking out the next seed, ant, or fly.
A bluetit watches as they pass by,
Perched high in the leaves of a lime,
Then he too about his business goes.
Have just entered a couple of short pieces to the Tarbert Book Festival ... eek! It's the first time I've entered a competition & I won't hear for a while so I'm not going to hold my breath!
There's a track near us that runs along the side of Loch Sween called 'Glean a Gealbhan' pronounced 'Gleneealavan'. It's easy walking, ducking under branches, and there's not often anyone else there so the dogs can roam free. Over the years I have walked along here dozens and dozens of times with different dogs. It's a great spot for gathering rowan berries. It's also, for some reason, where I write storis in my head! The plot for 'my novel' and it's follow up came to me when I was walking along here.
With the loch to one side of the path on the other is steeply sloping hillside, the trees grow tall and straight, towering over the path, bracket fungus and Old Mans Beard lichen adorn trunks and branches.
Waterfall of rocks, moss covered and topped with rushes and bilberry bushes. The path is edged with the swirl and curl of ferns, alongside Argyll’s yellow flags, wild iris, sharp yellow amongst the emerald greens.
Grasses have put on their firework display of seed heads, knee high & starred by umbellifer.
At the far end the path opens to a small clearing with access to the shore - for dogs anyway - although the way back up was a bit steeper than someone thought!
More again soon
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