You may have gathered from my ramblings over the last month that I had a simply superb time on the Isle of Eigg. This week I found a gem of a video summing up the music and scenery from the festival in two minutes. Fantastic.
The name Eigg has long conjured up in my mind images of a far flung Hebridean island with a bit of a social edge to it. It’s long been on my radar as a place to visit. Imagine therefore the excitement my partner and myself felt when we found out that one of our favourite record labels was to host a music festival there. Weeks later I was sitting at my computer at work waiting for the tickets to go on sale, thankfully I was successful as I later found out that they sold out in just six minutes!
Fence records have been organising music festivals in their hometown in Fife for years now, something Corrina and I have not managed to get to yet. However the ‘Away game’ on Eigg is something we just could not miss. Check out their website, there is some great music to be found. Not everyone has a beard!
We arrived at Arisaig on Friday lunchtime after a spectacular drive up through the Highlands. It looks like Autumn has come early up there as the hillsides are a blaze of colour with the bracken already turned and the trees not that far behind. Best of all the sun was shining and the clarity of the air was outstanding with a stiff northerly breeze. The small village was soon swamped with festival goers heading for the small pier to catch the Sheerwater which had been chartered for the weekend. Now I know that we were not expecting a big ferry but I was surprised to see such a small boat. What was even more surprising was how so many people and their luggage squeezed inside. Corrina and I bagged a place at the back of the boat which was not under cover (it’s a sunny day hey?) a decision we were soon to very much regret!
It was a smooth glide through Loch nan Ceall, then we hit open water. To say the crossing was a little rough is an understatement, with the boat being thrown from side to side like a tiny cork. Frequently waves would wash over those of us unlucky enough to be sitting without cover. I had to sit and face the horizon rising and falling at the back of the boat. To turn around would mean looking at the terror in the eyes of other people! I thought that things could not get any worse when someone started throwing up overboard, unfortunately I was down wind and my jacket got a good splashing. No problems as I was then washed down by another wave.
It was with relief that we reached the pier on Eigg, passengers setting up a human chain to put everyone’s luggage on a waiting tractor. A ten minute stroll followed behind the tractor as it then shed rucksacks all over the place! The festival campsite exceeded all expectations, a huge expanse of flat cropped grass right next to a sandy beach. Being slightly unsociable buggers we pitched up a little way from the main throng. Luckily toilet facilities had been provided with a huge hole covered by a wooden shack and a couple of toilet seats, it could have been a bit unpleasant otherwise.
Campsite views below.
A ten minute walk from the campsite was the pier plus the tea room, shop and toilets with views back across the bay to where we had pitched.
A further ten minutes uphill through some lovely woods took you to the community hall where all the music took place over the weekend. Next door was a marque with another stage, this meant that when one act finished at one venue there would be another act starting on the other stage.
Now it has to be said that from Friday evening until Sunday morning is a bit of a haze and I never really got round to getting my camera out! Friday nights music kicked off at around 9.00pm, the highlight for me being Withered Hand whose CD is getting a huge amount of play in our household at the moment. I love it when you see someone live who you have never seen before and they become one of your favourite artists. We got back to our tents at around 4.00am after a simply storming set of banging electronica by Jon Hopkins. Corrina keeps reminding me that I started dancing, something I usually avoid like the plague!
Saturday had a much more folky feel to proceedings with brilliant set after brilliant set, King Creosote being the highlight for us. The evening climaxed for us with a riotous set from British Sea power. With us not being used to all this partying we found ourselves back in the tent by 1.00am with half the bill yet to play, we woke up at 9.00am on Sunday morning and could still hear the music pounding from up the hill! The very few photos that we took:
Human don’t be angry (aka Malcolm Middleton) in the marque.
Cate Le Bon in the community hall.
The community hall.
Moon rising outside the marque.
The whole weekend I found the peak An Sgurr staring down at me challenging me to stand on top of its huge cliffs. From the south of the island it really does look un climbable, simply a dome of rock rising straight out of the moorland. A track up past the community hall through more lovely woodland leads to a pasture with the stunningly located buildings of Galmisdale underneath the looming monolith.
Behind the main house a cairned path leads off up and across open moorland, well marked with splashes of paint on the rocks.
This heads north around the peak climbing steadily all the time giving glorious views back towards the mainland.
And then the Isle of Rum puts in an appearance showing off all of its rugged jagged majesty with Loch nam Ban Mora providing a great foreground.
The summit ridge looking to Rum.
Right at the very edge of the ‘nose’ looking down towards the pier and the festival site.
Zooming in to the rugged outline of the Isle of Skye.
A close up of Rum.
Looking across to Muck.
I was accompanied on my descent by Sarah who it turned out played on one of my favourite albums by the brilliant James Yorkston, ‘When the Haar rolls in’. A very pleasant way to end a cracking few hours on a stunning hill. One of the great things about this festival was the ratio of performers to punters. There was 150 tickets sold to the public with about 70 musicians playing that weekend, roughly a 2 to 1 ratio!
When I came back Corrina had done a stirling job in managing to catch a shower then laying in the sun reading a book!
Later that evening I caught sight of one of the most stunning natural spectacles I have ever seen. The moon was rising over the mountains on the mainland. As it came over the horizon it appeared massive and was bright red. Unfortunately I did not have my camera as I was on the way to the tea room to get a pint. I did however manage to get a couple of snaps later on when we returned to the tent. I stood by the shore transfixed by the moonlit ripples on the water. I have to say that it was absolutely bloody freezing cold and not being thermally prepared had to make a quick entrance into my sleeping bag.
Thankfully for the journey back to Arisaig the next day the sea was like a mirror, it was a very subdued bunch who returned back to the mainland.
It was a long journey yesterday from the Isle of Eigg back to Nottingham, the drive towards the end feeling like a computer game. A really really boring one. However all that travelling was worth it. The festival was amazing whilst Eigg was simply stunning. The sun shone and there was not a drop of rain. It may take a little while to put up a post and photos, so in the meantime a quick 360 degree panorama video from the summit of An Sgurr.
I am a very excited man. A few weeks ago I found that some of my favourite artists were playing a music festival on the Isle of Eigg! The Fence Collective is a record label run from a small village on the Fife Coast, including artists such as James Yorkston, The Pictish Trail and King Creosote. They have been doing a festival every year in their village but it has always sold out before we have managed to get tickets. I was therefore sitting at my managers computer bang on midday to secure tickets for myself and my partner on their first ‘away’ festival. Tickets are limited to 150 which should give a great intimate atmosphere and I have always wanted to visit the Isle of Eigg. This stunning photo I found makes the island look almost tropical.
Anyway if you are looking to discover some new music you can’t go wrong by checking out this lot who will be playing in the village hall on the Island at the end of September.