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----- Original Message -----
From: Ian of Noss
Sent: Sunday, August 06, 2000 1:44 PM
Subject: HAPPY TO MEET, SORRY TO PART, HAPPY TO MEET
AGAIN. Dear Friends,
What seems but a short time ago, Margaret,
Viscountess Thurso, requested Malcolm Caithness to chair the meeting of the Clan
Sinclair Caithness. During that meeting, Lord Thurso and Lord Caithness
suggested that something special should be done for the Millennium.
What the committee took on board was the "2000
Gathering", little suspecting the amount of planning and organising
that was to come.
I was then the new guy on the scene and quite content to
sit back, listen and learn. Learn I did, and very quickly, for before I knew
what was happening, I was voted onto the organizing committee, there I meet the
most dedicated team of workers I have ever had the pleasure of working with,
Lady Margaret, who chaired the meetings and never seemed to tire, in spite of
the serious hip injury, our secretary, Kay Dunnett, who kept us all informed of
every move that was made, again, even though laid low with the serious leg
injury, she never wavered, our treasurer Nicky Sinclair, who had just taken over
the reigns at Strathmore Lodge, with her husband, the Hon, Patrick
Sinclair, had so much work to do of their own, from heating, wiring and decorating, setting up the dining
facilities/kitchens etc. But, they were still there when it
mattered.
Ruby, Maureen, Donald, and David, all Sinclair's, and
dedicated to the clan chief.
It is now a small piece of Sinclair history, but I could
not let it pass without paying my respects to such a dedicated team of workers,
who I was privileged to join.
And now to the visitors who joined the pilgrimage to Gods
country, you were the kindest with your complements, you were the most generous
with your donations and purchases, you were to most tolerant with our weather,
particularly, the winds of Noss, { I hope the wee warm up dram helped
}.
From all the team who worked up at Noss,very best wishes
from,
JOAN, LESLIE, RON, EUAN, SHAUN, JIM, and
OLWEN.
Yours Aye
IAN of NOSS
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