Island Archers

a target archery club in Stornoway, Isle of Lewis, off Scotalnd's West Coast

A minor irritation gets less minor

OK, I've calmed down now.

No really, I'm fine. I might be in a bad mood for the rest of the day, but I no longer have the urge to commit violent crime towards whoever makes the decisions about who gets the use of the larger of our indoor venues, and who gets the short end of the stick.

You see, I had a phone call from the nice lady who looks after the hall bookings to say that we weren't going to be able to use the larger venue, and, instead, we were going to be shoehorned into the smaller hall.

I don't want to seem wholly ungrateful - it's great to be offered an alternative venue for when the larger venue is being used for other events which take precidence over a mere sports club's practice night. The venue is, as you've probably guessed, a secondary school, which I'm not going to name for obvious reasons, and they are bound to have events during the course of the year, which will require the use of their assembly hall, which we hire when they're not using it, and a smaller hall round the corner when they are.

They own both halls. They get to say who uses them, and when. I can cope with that concept. It's something that we, as a club, have operated under since before I was even a member. Fine. No problem. At all. 

It's all about communication. The school wants to have an event in the hall; they put it in the calendar; the nice lettings lady calls us, and we go where they have space for us. Give us plenty of notice, and we can let all our members know in advance, and if we get any calls from prospective members, we can say for definite where they're likely to find us. A month beforehand would be fabulous; even a week before would be great, so we can advise our members verbally at the club meeting prior to the venue change. A day or so beforehand is OK too, as we can put a notice on our website and email everyone to let them know.

However my patience is running out. This is the second time in two weeks that I've been rung up with less than nine hours until we're actually due to cross the threshold for our regular Wednesday night club shooting night. Just how are we meant to let all our club members and prospective members know in that timespan? And this happens with almost monotonous regularity, and I'm fairly sure it's losing us members fed up with being shoved from pillar to post at literally a moment's notice.

We could, of course, complain to the headmaster or someone in the Education Department. However, I have it on good authority that if we did, we'd lose the ability to shoot there altogether. It's a school. They don't need the money from the rent of the hall - it's secondary, if you'll excuse the pun, to their educational objectives. Probably not even secondary.

So if that's the case, why don't we just go elsewhere? Well, with everywhere else sensibly big enough to shoot safely under Local Authority control and geared towards clubs with a vast membership (like football clubs), renta prices just aren't sustainably affordable to minor clubs with smaller memberships such as ourselves.

However, I think it's time for a change, even if we have to raise our weekly 'target fee' slightly. We've almost reached 'critical mass' for sustainably renting the Sports Hall, and, with a word in the right ears, we might be able to make it even more affordable. With luck, we may be able to tempt back some previous members with a change of venue with all the bones of contention removed and, possibly, change of weeknight.

It's make or break. I hope we're doing the right thing...

Arrows long enough for the long arm of the law...

Well, it seems that the article we had on the back of the Stornoway Gazette publicising the LHSC Sports Festival archery event, and by extension, the club, seems to have created quite a lot of ripples in Isle of Lewis life.

First off, directly after the article was published, we had an enquiry from BBC Alba for doing an interview for their weekly sports programme. The only trouble is they wanted gaelic-speakers, and we're not overflowing with gaelic-speakers in the club, it seems. Hey ho!

And now, I've just had a call from the Club's secretary, Stuart, who after the usual pleasantries, said,"I've just had a call from the Procurator Fiscal's office..."

My blood froze.

For those of you who haven't got a clue what the Procurator Fiscal's office is, they're the Scottish equivalent to the Crown Prosecution Service. They are, as they say, THE LAW.

What had we done? What allegations had been made? Who'd shot someone with an arrow? Had the club or its members broken and laws, and where and when? How, after having made such positive strides just recently, were we to contain the PR nightmare?

It's not a guilty conscience, it's just that you tend to assume the worst.

"Don't worry," said Stuart," we've not done anything. They've got a corporate 'away day' sometime in May, and want to know whether we can do some archery with them."

Phew!

So havin consulted the diary, I reckon we can help 'em out. Still a few things to sort out, like a weekday venue, and an archery leader or two who might be free during the working day to help coach any judges or clerks who might turn up. But it's good that we're getting the interest from quarters who, previously, would probably not have known that the archery club even existed on the island.

Just goes to show what a couple of posters in the local supermarkets and a picture on the back of the local rag can do!