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There is tar!! On the road from the airport to Foxes, at least that's what I've been told. We tried to go and have a look but the road was blocked. Today,Tuesday, they are laying gravel from Acha to the village. When I finished work at two I met the gang just the wrong side of my house. The bits which have been gravel for ages are being smoothed, rolled and having a layer of gravel put down with the paver. The paver is the bit of kit that also lays tar. I sat up top and watched. The gravel (or tar) is tipped out of the lorry into the front and worm-screwed out the back. It is the exact width of the road (narrow) and makes it very smooth. Then it needs rolling again, and probably no lorries driving over it. The bumpy bits are still being dug about with the digger. Unfortunately we need Paddy back with the barge full of tar and the forecast isn't good. But I don't think Colin will be celebrating his birthday here on October 12.
The Islay boys were minding their own business eating their tea the other night when Beechgrove Gardens came on. We didn't know it was coming from Islay and they got a bit of a shock seeing people they knew. I didn't see much gardening, but I learnt a fair bit about some Islay people.