Last Saturday, myself, Sibyl and eight of my work colleagues took the boat to Tory Island. One of the girls comes from there, and we’ve talked about going there for a long time. I’m not sure if you’d call it a staff night out, but it definitely was a night with a difference!
I really don’t think Sibyl and I would make good sailors. The gap onto the boat was quite wide, so she was a bit afraid to go on. One of the boys gently lifted her on, and she was fine on the journey. Unfortunately I wasn’t as relaxed, and didn’t really enjoy the almost constant rocking motion. It was a good day and the weather was warm, so I dreaded to think what it would be like on a bad day. When we lifted Sibyl off on Tory, I tried to forget all about the boat on the way home, and started to really enjoy my time there.
People say time goes slower on an island, which I didn’t think was true, but it really felt like we were there for three days, in a good way of course. Tory has a population of under 150 people, and we met lots of the locals, who were very friendly. They are all very proud of where they come from, and were happy to answer all our questions about their culture. Sibyl wasn’t the only guide dog there, and we were delighted to meet Jock and his new owner Jimmy. The dogs knew each other from training in Cork, and we both had a nice chat. We met a dog who wasn’t so friendly on a walk later, but Sibyl doesn’t seem to let things like that bother her.
The local people on Tory were so welcoming, that when we set up a barbecue beside the hostel, the owners came out with pots of tea and coffee, and spent the evening with us. The fact that we weren’t staying in their hostel wasn’t an issue. We watched the Donegal match in the pub before going back to the hotel bar, where everybody seemed to gather. People played music and it turned into a bit of a session. We went to bed at three, but the hotel probably would have kept open all night if people wanted to stay in the bar. There are no guards on the island, and it’s such a safe place.
We were lucky to meet the king of Tory before getting the boat home on Sunday. The king is elected by the local people, and this man didn’t get the title for nothing! He’s a great entertainer and musician, with a real love of where he comes from. He welcomes each visitor to the island individually with a friendly handshake, and he’s got an infectious personality. He loved getting photos with us all, including Sibyl of course. He walked us to the peer and waved us off on the boat to the mainland. I didn’t feel brilliant on this journey either, and the dog wasn’t impressed by the big waves. Everybody was so helpful, and made her feel really relaxed.
I work with some great people, and we get on well. Some people have only joined within the last year, so it was nice to get to know them better. Hopefully we’ll meet up more regularly outside work, maybe we’ll just stay on dry land for a while though.