Every year most people go through the same dilema of what to do for Hogmanay (New Year to those outside of Scotland). Whether you're standing on a street you could any other day of the year with a half glass of disappointment, or playing it safe and staying in, I'd go as far to say its always underwhelming.
Cue 2012. It was suggested by Lucy we rented out
Carn Dearg Youth Hostel in Gairloch, and make the best of three days being cutout from the rest of the world. Seriously though, unless you were with Tesco mobile, thats the only way your phone worked.
Six of us set off from Edinburgh on Sunday 30th through a blizzard on the A9, to reach the remote setting along the west coast. This many people even into Becky's people carrier was a push. Food and precious booze tucked away into the roof rack, we still managed a quick stop to buy
more food just in case.
Naturally arriving last as everyone else had ventured over from Aberdeen, it didn't long before the shelves were stacked high with alcohol, and we turned this quiet hostel into a ripping house party. There were 25 of us in all, 27 on the last day, so when it came to cooking meals were graciously cooked for everyone by a few allocated chefs. A trio of soups, cheese and bread, Mexican night, followed by Curry night kept the good times rolling. Cleaning crews were formed, and there was hardly an opportunity missed to collect wood to start a fire. Or simple pick up the fire and move it to the less windy side of the house – thanks Slav!
Through the day so well deserved rest was had, recovering from the year gone by. Quiet rooms with nothing other than the whistling of the wind, and occasional bit of water through old windows, made for the perfect place to disappear for a few hours before it started all over again. Enjoy some of my favourite photos.


Highlights and observations
- Slav's fish soup – best ever
- Stu has a spirit animal, a house cat that blew into his ear and kept him awake
- Neil is a massive cheat at musical chairs
- Turns our I can pick up a box with only my mouth thats 2cm shallow, without letting my arms or knees touch the floor
- The term "old lady wine crotch"
- I will only be referring to a ferret as a futret from now on
Lastly, on new years day we made it down to the beach, on what seemed like the mildest weather for January. I managed to shoot a few scenes and throw a video together in iMovie. The next few pics and video were all shot through our new
Lensbaby Spark which has manual squeezy focus. This gives a slightly unpredictable but beautiful out of focus, somewhat analogue feel to your photos.
Good times, friends, drinks and food. What else do you need?