I want to share a wee story with you, it took place in New Zealand a few years ago.
My friend Ali from Nairn / Aviemore was working in Australia, he had to leave at end of his visa so decided to come to New Zealand.
When he arrived I met him at Auckland airport and he said he had received a letter from his mother letting him know that she had heard from a distant relation from 35 years ago, Ali last saw him when he was 10. Anyway his mother suggested that Ali go stay with this person, not my scene at all, as you know I hate staying with people . But he got in touch I said I would go somewhere else. Turns out the relation had gone to England for a month but his new wife, a lady of 65 originally from England but living out here since 87, invited us to go stay in her "second" house which she kept for guests. So I gave it a go. The house was a beaut, right down on the beach and next door to where the kiwi Maori celebrate the biggest day of their year which was day after we arrived, the Prime Minister was coming up as well. Whadango. Following day we took the old dear out for a meal, as we talked I told her I was diving "tomorrow" and she asked if I had ever dived in Scotland. I told her I had and the conversation went like this. "Have you ever dived in Loch Long?"
"Yes I have in fact my father used to live there" "Where abouts?"
"In a place called Arrochar"" I know Arrochar, where did he live in Arrochar?"
at this point I thought oh oh! so I took over "How do you know Arrochar?
"Before I came to New Zealand, I worked in Glasgow and lived in Arrochar"
"Where did you stay?" "I lived in Craigard House, do you know it"
"My father lived in Chestnut cottage, right next door"
"Good God. Dont tell me your Jacks son, dont tell me you're jacks son the lawyer from Inverness." Jaws dropped all round the table, I was hit by a thunderbolt, I had come all the way to the other side of the globe, to meet someone who knew and loved my old man. I spent that evening and the next couple of days listening to her tell stories of how she and my father used to spend the hours sitting in his lounge, looking out over the loch and talking about life and how strange it all was."
She was an interesting lady (poor ali, he came to visit a relation and ended up listening to stories about my old man) When I arrived in New Zealand I met Ali the next day, I said to him, and it was he who remembered this not me, " I get the
feeling I am going to meet someone I know here, its got that kind of feel to it" "Dont be daft he said, we are on the other side of the world" And so we were!
Its a strange world indeed, I felt so much energy for the next couple of days it was wonderful, its going now, but its that sort of place that anything can happen and I was ready to see what it was.