What Ullapool surely needs is its very own Viking festival. After all, we were settled, allegedly, by a fellow called Ulla although, allegedly he was chased off by a band of fierce local woman who, presumably, must have regretted their action soon afterwards and invited him and his handsome Norsemen back again (which no doubt accounts for the fine calibre of our present day inhabitants).
With three skiffs, direct descendants of Viking longships, we could have fun re-enacting Ulla's arrival, and as the sun sets toast Ulla and his men over a hog roast whilst quaffing mead (or whatever the Viking tipple was). I am not suggesting we burn any boats.
Who's game for a bit of pillage and, er rowing...?