A Peculiar Peace

A Peculiar Peace has descended. A respite from the tornado. But also an absence of a certain life force.

It has been great having the grand weans here, to the point where I have paid pretty much no attention to the Mull Of Kintyre music festival, which has been occurring here in Campbeltown this weekend. Some things will always be more important than even our most passionate of pastimes.

Anyway, there has been lots of music happening in our house. Me on the guitar singing away with, and to them. Them having a strum. Or producing lots of either completely improvised or very repetitive tunes out of the wee electronic keyboard. A cacophony of joyful noise.

Out in the street on Saturday, on the way back from the park on the seafront (Jock’s Boat) and after the obligatory ice-creams, we passed the local restaurant, Forty Two. 

My 8 year old grandson shouted out: 

“That’s the same as one of your songs, Opa” .

And that kind of recognition is more than enough for me.