COOK – INN Musselburgh operating in Edinburgh & East Lothian
Charity Number: SCO40701
10th March 2019.
The Lone Ranger.
tell the (more-or-less truthful) tale of the Lone Ranger, who keeps the peace
of the town with weekly food donations to widows, orphans and other nice folks.
Supported by his friend George, the Ranger has ridden into many a sunset with
only a few Morrison’s crates and the odd bag of tatties. Also present in the
story are his loving wife Janine, and several other, supporting characters
whose parts will shine out as this tale is told.
Separated from his friend George (who was
celebrating his birthday by visiting family in Ireland) the Ranger heaved a
sigh of resignation and put his key into the ignition. He and his beloved wife,
the charming Janine, were heading out to Morrison’s again; there to receive the
weekly food donation.
kind, and as they reached the venue of the showdown, two more allies arrived. Rhoda, who visited from the outlying
regions of Dunfermline; and Sandra, hailing from the Heartlands (of the town
centre). A cold wind blew the wild plastic bags around the no-man’s-land of the
car park as they trailed into the Store. Over a cup of tea they discussed their
only one car today” began the Ranger, whose name was Duncan. “With
the provisions loaded, I can only take one more to Granton Church
sucked in their cheeks at the news. A discarded receipt blew like a tumbleweed
over the dry shopfloor. You could almost hear a pin drop, until the wailing
tones of the Store’s radio started up a tune; ‘Nya-nya-nya-nya-nya, neow, neow,
neow…’. Finally, Janine broke the silence; “How about one of you two
comes home with me? I’ll be feeding cats and heading out again to help with
deliveries. Be warned,” she added, “it’s a Sunday bus service”.
divided up the territory. Sandra would be staying with the Ranger; Rhoda would
be leaving with Janine. Veg was sorted in the car park, and the two groups made
for their destinations. A soft rain had begun to fall as Rhoda and Janine
moseyed along to the bus stop. Soon, a number 26 came – they were on their way.
Once the Ranger
arrived at Granton, he found his worst fears confirmed; his was the only
vehicle! He could smell the cooking soup as he entered the church. Clive the
Chef was hard at work. A loud noise, like a gunshot, came from the kitchen… The Ranger,
fearless and huge, stalked into the cooking area – to find a spent film
cartridge rolling on the floor. This could only mean one thing; the Pastor and
his son Eoin had ridden into town, and were filming the ‘Cook-Inn’ working day!
Sandra and Ranger Duncan bag up the 31 gifts of veg and fruit for this week’s
recipients, using the ‘hot-table method’ described in previous blogs.
Meanwhile, in the kitchens, the Pastor and Clive worked on. Pretty soon a
clearer picture of the group’s endeavours began to shine forth. Soup was served
to the intrepid clan, and the Pastor and Duncan delivered the first run. This
was to the ever-ready Fred, whose family took in several veg-filled bags and
soup for subsequent delivery around the local area. The huge, barking dog
Barney signalled his excitement at having visitors; but soon, the Pastor had to
‘We had no time’ (he might’ve said). And the Ranger might have replied;
the sun go down on you here’…(but they probably didn’t).
Back at the
Ranch, after catching a lucky second bus home, Janine phoned the Ranger to tell
him the unfortunate news – after feeding cats, the expected transport into town
did not arrive! Such is life on the frontier (of an East Lothian village).
Their first chance to get back to assist the troops was going to be 4pm. Duncan
made a brave (or impetuous) decision: ‘Stay there. I’ll finish the runs with
Adele (Musselburgh’s Pedestrian Powerhouse) and the faithful Sandra. I will see
you both later. Look after old Sherlock Romes for me.
brushing away a sentimental tear (but probably not), Janine conveyed the Ranger’s
decision to her friend. They decided to… give the ancient cat a couple of
treats to cheer him, and to put the kettle on. Sherlock’s huge brother, Reiver,
thundered gratefully in and out of the catflap while the women brewed. Romes
himself, having a ‘slow’ day, settled in for a quiet nap.
until, at dusk, the sound of a Volkswagen Polo erupted into the cul de sac. The
Ranger got out and staggered into the Ranch. ‘It’s done’, he called. The women
heaved a sigh of relief. Nevermore (until next weekend) would a dastardly
deficit of volunteers trouble the town.
said Janine. ‘Now you can drop the girls off after a wee cuppa’!
And this, of
course, the faithful Ranger did…
all. See you next week – Janine and Cats. xx