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Saturday 30th March 2002
Today was the culmination of one of my life time's ambitions, and now
I've done it I'm not disappointed. It's not often that one gets to do
something that's been a dream for so long and for it to be better than
the fantasy. Since I was 18 I have wanted to come to the village where
the film Local Hero was shot. In fact most of Local Hero was filmed in
two places, the beach scenes were from an area on the West coast of Scotland
and the Village ones were filmed in Pennan, which is where we've come
to today, after a 7 hour drive from Southport.
The Pennan of now is not the place portrayed in the Film. The place was
is no longer a fishing community, now only one fisherman lives here. The
rest of the properties are nearly all owned by people who have come in
since then, and are only inhabited on a part time basis. The Pennan Inn
still looks very much as it did in the film but there's no grocery shop
as was portrayed. The people who lived here before Pennan became a "famous
holiday" have either sold up, or moved away and rent out their homes
to holiday makers. I had read about all this some time ago so I wasn't
coming here under any false pretences.
As we came to the final descent in to Pennan I remembered a dream I'd
had where I was driving in to Pennan and was frightened by the steepness
of the road. Now in real life we found it was indeed very, very steep,
and as we slowly drove down the winding narrow road, a strong smell of
burning came from the brakes, I tried to put the gear lever into first
but it wouldn't engage so I had to hope that "Brake Fade" wouldn't
start becoming serious. We got to the bottom in one piece but a strong
smell of burning brake pad followed us in to the village.
As we drove along the one short road that spans Pennan we saw ahead of
us in the twilight a man talking to two young men. The man was Evan Ritchie
and he was the person who was renting a cottage to us. We'd spoken a few
times after I'd found him on the Internet. His kindness towards us with
regards arrangements etc.... was quite overwhelming and over the phone
he'd come across as a very benevolent parental figure. When we walked
in to the cottage we were all shocked by how lovely it was. So far it's
the most spacious and well decorated place we've stayed in. On top of
that Evan had a real fire blazing away, tea and biscuits, a pie, milk
and bread waiting for us. It's not your normal reception, however I have
to say if ever there was a way to ensure good behavior from your guests
it has to be this. The thought of letting Evan down is almost unbearable.
Once Evan had shown us the ropes he made his way. We ate and unpacked,
then Colin and I went to the local Inn.

Karaoke night at the Pennan Inn
(Click on the picture to open a larger version of the picture)
I had to stop myself from laughing as we entered because everyone in
there suddenly went in to a mode where they wanted to stop talking and
look, but tried out of politeness to continue to speak except the volume
dimmed and for a second or so the words slurred a bit. The bar is small,
about 12 by 9 foot. So there was just enough room for Colin to go to the
counter and for me to queue behind him. I slowly looked around and to
my joy there was a woman in the corner, wait for it, who was setting up
a Karaoke machine.

Karaoke night at the Pennan Inn
(Click on the picture to open a larger version of the picture - if you
really want to)
I started speaking to her and within minutes was singing Elvis' "The
Wonder of You". That earned me a free drink and for every song thereafter
a chocolate cream egg (5 eggs= 1 drink). The ice was broken and it wasn't
long before everyone was either chatting or singing. We'd got in to the
Inn at about 9pm and left at around 5am. I walked from the Pub to the
cottage, the sky was just starting to lighten, the sea swept in and out
a few feet away and the air felt like a summers evening. If it was just
for this night the whole trip was worthwhile.
We'll only be here for 3 nights. As soon as we got here we all said we
wished we were staying longer.
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