The Coffee Festival on last week is like the royal show. There are stalls with businesses displaying their wares (machinery, pest controllers, fish farms, to the local jail - selling stuff from rehab programs like chairs prisoners had made and seedlings they had nursed; I even bought some jam from another stall: marmalade, “made to a traditional english recipe”.) But the big attraction are the singsings, the performances by various clans. They dress up, make up, and sing and dance. I knew some people who were participating, like Maria. She is our beautiful haus meri at work; she is gentle and very sweet; people call her mumsie. She was part of a Highlands women's katolik group.