LOCHGAIR LOCKDOWN CREATIVE ACTIVITIES
October's theme: Wood
Lochgair Lockdown Creative Activities was a project which aimed to keep us active and engaged over the Autumn and Winter months, during the restrictions on our social lives. It was about encouraging everyone in Lochgair to be creative….which we all are in our different ways, whether it’s in the photos we take, the stories and jokes we share, the things we make, what we enjoy doing whatever our age. Each month we had a different theme. We hope to be able to exhibit these creations in Lochgair Hall some time soon.
The Theme in October was WOOD, or anything related to wood such as trees/branches/leaves, objects made out of wood or wood inspired etc. We had twenty four submissions.
Click on the photos to find out whose they are.
DECEMBER'S THEME: FESTIVE CREATIONS
FEBRUARY'S THEME: NEW FROM OLD
New Beginnings by Mick Cuthbert
It’s new beginnings, like things that we’ve made,
from artwork and sewing,
to work on the lathe.
Recycle, re paint, mend and fix,
to the garden ornament,
crafted from sticks.
From garage, box, cupboard and loft,
new life in new form,
that shouldn’t be lost.
But the new beginnings, that we all crave,
are our future beginnings,
if we’re brave.
We crave the freedom to hug our child,
our mothers, our fathers
to stand by their sides
To speak to our neighbour face to face
and have a chat,
without that space.
It won’t be long, I hope you agree
to a new beginning,
when we’re free
MARCH'S THEME WAS LOCHGAIR
Lochgair by Ian Smith
Wherever my wanderings take me
On my own, or with Jean as a pair;
We always return on the A83
To our home in lovely Lochgair.
In this time of Covid lockdown
We miss family and mates;
And the Beast from the North
Means I don’t stray forth
From the heat or the beer in my crates.
So every day starts with my Chi Kung
Before I am out of my bed;
We all hope for Spring
And my friend Chen Man Ching
Will see us through until then.
The dawn view of the bay
Is the best time of day;
As the birds cheer us with their song,
There are good times to come
When Covid jabs are all done
And the safe times for which we all pray.
An Loch Gearr by Mick Cuthbert
Lochgair, it straddles the A83,
it’s feet in the water,
it’s head in the trees.
The loch is home to many fine craft,
they sway in the breeze,
as you pass.
You travel the pass, to view the past,
the castle at the point,
now that’s built to last.
Loch Fyne adorns your forward sight,
seals bob up,
to bask in the light,
Rest on the bench, the aura abounds,
the atmosphere, the feelings,
Walk back along the shell ridden way,
those greedy gulls,
their own cafe!
Across the road, up past the kirk,
up the hill,
no need to search.
Follow the path up to the top,
the stone by the bench,
is where you stop.
Stop and view Lochgair as a whole,
a vision of completeness,
a Clachan of Soul.