Menootanaboot; And On Wednesday...

Having checked to see what was on at the Burgh Hall (art gallery and cafe, as well as performance space), we discovered there was a textile art presentation of some sort - right up Mac1's street. As it turned out, very much mine, too. The place only opens Wed-Sun, so when Tuesday proved to be seriously wet and windy, we were praying it would let off by the next day so we could take advantage of a walk into town.

I must admit, I was starting to feel my body a bit! It had done way more walking in four days than it had done in the whole of last year. However, it was all for the good. Apart from anything else, the walk to the main street on Monday had been for me to get to the bank (I had received a cheque... A CHEQUE!!! I don't know when I last saw a cheque in these days of electronic transfer) to make a deposit. That turned into a bit of a fiasco. Arriving at the bank, we discovered it closes at 2pm. Sis said she ought to have realised as she was aware many banks did this now. Okay, I'll see if the ATM accepts deposits... which is when I go to my bag and discover it is without cheque - or wallet! Mild panic. There was a bench just along the street, so I plunked down, and Mac1 jogged back the way we came... all the way to the Hutch. There they were, on the cabinet in the hall. I remain entirely blank as to how, having made sure they were in the bag, they had left the bag again before leaving home...😳 Anyway, that turned into a different outing as we found stuff for Mac1's art projects at two different stores on the way. And we didn't get rained upon.

So roll around Wednesday. I had mentioned that I had some electronics that needed clearing out and taken to our recycling centre. Some grocery supplies were also required, thus, it was determined that we'd drive down and deposit the dud electrics, then go park in the supermarket car park, visit the gallery, and then back to the supermarket for shopping. There was a brief drop into the Red Cross Op Shop as some very pretty yellow yarn caught my eye - at a very pretty price! Four balls of that and one new shopping bag later...

At the gallery, the art pieces on show were few but made quite an impact. The installation was titled "+For St Bride." The pieces are woven from very fine wool, and the colours were from natural dies of the Scottish countryside. There is a well in Dunoon (just up the hill from the Hutch) dedicated to St Bride, and the Crottle Lichen collected from around it was used for the dye. My photos do little justice to the beauty - and the sensation - that could be appreciated in person.

I was deeply moved by the energy that emanated from the pieces; one set in particular (not shown here) reminded me very much of bandaging. Whilst clearly spiritual, there was something of the hospital about this exhibit - in the healing sense. Not till I later read the artists' own words on that link given just above did I come to know they had focused on the therapeutic aspects to be taken from their prompt... as it was 2020 when they began the work, and a pandemic had come upon us...

Visiting Morrisons for rice and bread after that seemed very mundane! 

Thursday dawned truly miserable and proved to be our one full pyjama day. Friday was okay with more beachery - then came time for Mac1 to head back east. After a bit of discussion, it was decided I would travel with her over to the other side of the water, and we'd visit a museum before goodbyes... but that's for next week's posts!

Be here reminded that next Friday is also Final Friday Feature time!!!