It started with a guy who had a blue chair he’d made, left over from a relationship. Then he got married, but his wife didn’t want the chair. So he hauled it out to Kitty Islet/ McMicking Point, at the east end of McNeill Bay, thinking someone would take it. But no one did. Instead it became the go-to place to sit and have a think.
Until a storm blew the chair away. Then, another fellow in the neighbourhood realized this was a big loss, so replaced it with another blue chair. But the first guy’s wife had said to him, “Well, hon, clearly the chair was important; I think you need to replace it.” So he built the red chair. And at the same time, a woman for whom the blue chair was her special thinking spot – she found the remains of the blue chair at the other end of McNeill Bay.
She hauled all the pieces up to the road, and accosted an electrician just finishing off a job across the way. “Do you have 10 minutes and 4 feet in your truck?” So he took all the bits and bobs to her uncle’s house, and she and her uncle rebuilt the chair, becoming close to each other in the process.
Now the chairs continue to move around, and get taken away for repair, and if you happen to go to Flickr and search for “blue chair” it is the Chairs at McNeill Bay that come up.