Where I came when the message came
I was sitting by the Lomond shore admiring the ducks and enjoying the September evening sun. The following message arrived on my phone , an old friend from the other side of Scotland had posted a long and precise message which I thought I’d share as I prepare to depart to England.
It has the tone of reminiscence that comes with older age, it is a marvellous recollection of the “Camp”, I shared this with Stuart Stephen who was at Glasgow University and remembered the same arrangement was in place when he was there. Stuart, a veteran of our game , enjoyed this tale!
I’m sure you’ll be enjoying Loch Lomond!
While I’ve never been to Cameron House, that end of the loch featured a little in my early legend.
Glasgow University used to hold its Freshers’ Camp at the nearby youth hostel, which is now Auchendennan House and no longer a hostel.
5 days and twice daily visits to the Duck Bay Marina Hotel for refreshment.
Glasgow was an odd university in those days, with two thirds of the students still staying at home during term time, as I did.
The “Camp”
was really used as a recruiting ground for student politics.After one of the evening drinking sessions (Scottish pubs closed at 10 in those days) I even “had a cuddle” with an older student who went on to be president of the student council in my second year at Uni, her final year.
On our return to the big city I was drafted into the rectorial campaign team for the late Michael Parkinson.
We were so inept that his registration was rejected as we submitted the paperwork too late.
So we switched to the campaign team for the late Jimmy Reid, who was duly elected.
Happy days, and nights.
Happy days and happy nights we’ve had this week. I have learned something and that is that a professional trustee does not have to conform to anyone’s idea of staid. Here is a new mate and if you don’t know the face, you should, details for inquisitive souls are on this link.
Thanks to DG publishing and thanks to the NHS for fitting me to have this splendid fun (not a drink in ten months and the better for it)
