Half past four in the morning tied up alongside the pier at Lochmaddy in North Uist. I can’t tell you what it’s like outside as I’ve no window in my comfortable little cabin and it’s always ‘T shirt weather’ inside this rather comfortable ship, which has more in common with a cruise liner than inter island ferry.
I’m not actually on duty for another hour but was in my bed early last night after a rather long day and ‘slept like the dead’ up until half an hour ago. Pretty amazing really as I’ve been toiling to get out of bed at 7:30 of late in these dark and driech mornings of deepest January, perhaps that’s why, one thing about life on the Finlaggan, it’s all air conditioned and permanent daylight.
Anyway, internet access and phone signal is dubious here, far better tonight in Tarbert in the south of Harris where we tie up for the night, so with a bit of luck I’ll spend a bit more time ‘on line’ later. Who knows I might even have lost a little more weight by then no kidding I managed to fasten my trousers this morning, something of a miracle considering the grub you get served here
That was lunch, grilled salmon with herbs and lemon, some delicious boiled spuds and broccoli Of course the lack of half a bottle of wine to wash it down and all the stairs and ladders on this ship might also have helped
For that’s what I spent a good part of the day doing was refamiliarizing my self with everything on the ship, this being one of the escape routes up through four decks out of the engine room. OK I know I’ve only been away two weeks but I’ve a memory like a hen and the exercise did me good
I dunno how many Trucks DR Macleod of Stornoway have but there always seems to be one or two on the ferry and they’re all well kept.
And this will be Tarbert, who’s sparse soil and Lewisian gneiss remind me of home, or at least part of it, for we have far more trees than the winswept outer isles.
A nice clean and tidy little port with not a pothole in sight on the black freshly tarmacked roads, something that our own dear island is in sad need of.
Quite how the manse has enough soil to support all those trees is beyond me, I can only guess at divine intervention, for that monkey puzzle must be 50’ tall
Anyway, that’s it really, it’s 5:20 now so I’ll wander up to the ‘quiet lounge’ and see if I can get online before going down below to assist with ‘start up’ of the two Watsila 8L32 main engines.