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Nothing is going right at the moment, except Colin had a very memorable birthday (which he probably barely recalls at all). The barge was due in on Thursday (his birthday), then Friday. This is the last barge, it is off to Shetland next. They decided to get lots of tar and go right through the village, then they were told they could only have 300 tons! Not enough. Then they were told the tar plant was broken. It must have got fixed because the barge came in on Friday with 630 tons of tar. It was a bit rough. They tied the barge up with 5 ropes on the front and 5 on the back. One broke and went whistling past Colin's ear. The ropes are about 4 inches in diameter, not small bits of string! The skipper decided unloading was too dangerous and headed back up the Sound. The boys went back to the pub to discuss Colin's birthday. The barge came in today. It was calm (relatively) and unloading started. Then something broke. They spent a long time trying to fix it but couldn't, so the barge went away again with most of the tar. The boys are back in the pub. I've beaten them all at pool so I left them playing darts. I actually think Tennents should sponsor them.
The Dalmally boys are heading west making good all the passing places. They are far too intellectual to spend hours in the pub, they were about to enter the quiz tonight instead.
I can get into fifth gear going west (it is downhill) but only fourth heading towards the village. In places the road is now wide enough to pass without using passing places or the verge, so I think it is a 'good thing', although it is acquiring lumps as the ground underneath relaxes after all the stresses of six-wheeler trucks trundling back and forth.