Lifeboat FUNd-raiser

While we were in Whitehills, we were invited to a Lifeboat Fundraiser dinner and horse racing. In all fishing villages, manning the Lifeboats is a noble and needed calling.

The restaurant was festively decorated.

Sitting right along the harbor.

We honestly didn’t know what we were going to, but when invited we said, “Yes.” We need to get to know people in this little village as many homes never come on the market and are sold through word of mouth. We need to be known.

I reminded My Loving Spouse,

‘Remember to be on our best behavior. We don’t know who’s related to who. No houses we’ve seen are ‘bad’, just not ‘right for us’. We don’t want what happened in Ellensburg to happen again. Where I told my Someday To Be Best Friend, that My Girl’s teacher was maybe not a good fit. She then told me that the teacher was her Sister-in-law!’

We bought our raffle tickets. Hopping we didn’t win anything ‘big’ as nothing else will fit in the car.

It was a bit of a hoot, that all the men were drinking Mexican beer, but when in Scotland….

We had no idea what to expect, but we’d brought our money and were ready to give to a good cause. All I can say is that the Scots know how to have fun. There were 9 horse races. Each race had been sponsored and the sponsor named the horses.

Everyone picked the name they liked best for their horse and bet. All races were £ 2.00 each. All money was split between the winners and the Lifeboats. Then we watch a race taped, hollering for our horses of course.

We all love a winner. My Loving Spouse and I winning once each, giving our betting/contribution funds a bit of a boost.

Lots of upbeat music, jokes and food. It was good fun and new friends were made.

My Girl had asked if we’d made any friends and the reality is that when you move all the time, you cannot make connections.

We really like Whitehills, so before we left for the next 5 weeks we decided we needed to make ourselves known again at the pub.

A bit of dinner and pint of cider.

We take the one everyone likes best. We’re totally okay with ‘using’ our dog to find us a home. The waitress always reminds us she’ll dogsit, while some of the boys at the bar sneak him dog treats.

…and so we are blessed. Excited to find our home in 2024 and welcome you to it.

Happy New Year (Hogmanay) from Scotland.