21:45 already and after another 45 minutes of wrestling with the laptop I finally got my VAT return away,
though not from where I started it
Yup that’s right, I’m taking my ‘homework’ to work
my cosy little cabin aboard the MV Finlaggan doubling as an office tonight
My attempts at home being thwarted last night by the repeated ‘system error’ message and tonight wasn’t much better, though I lost it a couple of times and had to start again
Still, I can’t blame HMRC for that, just the abysmal phone and internet coverage at Lochmaddy. Why on earth you can’t still do it manually is beyond me, do these clowns not realize that not everyone in the country has reliable internet ??
Back to this morning though, whence, after sorting myself out I started to prise the teenager out of bed with the aid of the dog. That achieved I bundled him into the Land Rover and drove to the ferry with the windows down to dilute the smell of deodorant. What is it with teenagers and perfume these days ???
We’d actually set off early so that I could go via the ‘high road’ by the youth hostel in the hope of taking a detour via the new heritage centre. However that particular highway is even worse than Raasay’s other roads, with barely any of the tarmac in it’s two mile length intact ![]()
Consequently we were too late to go via the heritage centre and passed not a single spot of blue paint on the way, obviously the council aren’t bothering with this stretch
Just think how many potholes £9000 would have filled ![]()
Not that this shag is caring about the roads, all he wants is a bit of peace and quiet
There he was perched on top of Pig Island having a wee rest after some strenuous fishing by the ferry terminal.
But just look what was in the queue at Sconser
a tar lorry, yipee, OK, they’re only over for two days, so will barely scratch the surface, but it’s a start.
The waiting room was getting bigger
and the ‘walls from Donegal looking lovely ![]()
Anyway, I went to Kyle for a dentists appointment which meant that I couldn’t join the Finlaggan until 13:40, so after having my teeth checked, polished and receiving a lecture I went back to Raasay for an hour. I thought it was about high time I visited my friend Jessie Nicolson and had a cup of tea ![]()
So that was it really, I saw Sconser once more, joined my ship and buried myself in the engine room.

Wonder if they will actually do any repairs to the road this time or if they will say they couldn’t find any potholes again! Hope they get it sorted and not just one road but all of them!
Comment by Thomson Caravans — March 5, 2013 @ 1:07 am
Latest news Graham is that they’ve ‘reclassified’ the roads and now reduced the priority of repairs on something like 15 miles of Raasay’s 18 miles of road
Basically this means that they are unlikely to grit or repair anything other than the road to the ferry from the village and the road north as far as the water treatment works
Comment by lifeattheendoftheroad — March 5, 2013 @ 6:39 am
Typical, So now the highlights of a visit to Raasay are to be the village or treatment works, time the islanders got together and sought independence! Raasay could be the smallest country in the world
Comment by Thomson Caravans — March 5, 2013 @ 11:36 pm
‘The Peoples Republic of Raasay’ hmmmmmmmmmmmm, has a nice ring to it, we could form an alliance with Steve in Northumbria
Comment by lifeattheendoftheroad — March 6, 2013 @ 5:39 am
That’s discriminating against certain community tax / road tax paying islanders. DISCRIMINATION.
Comment by SOTW — March 5, 2013 @ 9:30 am
DISCRIMINATION Indeed it is She
Comment by lifeattheendoftheroad — March 6, 2013 @ 5:46 am
If they reclassify – I.e. downgrade – the roads obviously, being politicians, they’ll be classifying the road tax and council tax for the islanders! Seems only fair.
Anne Macdonald
Comment by Anne Macdonald — March 5, 2013 @ 9:31 am
Morning Anne, I think we should reclass the politicians too
Comment by lifeattheendoftheroad — March 6, 2013 @ 5:45 am
Go on Paul, why don’t you and the rest of the islanders take a leaf out of the history books and become as well known as the Braes. Don’t pay any taxes until they fill the potholes. Stan
Comment by Stan Henderson — March 5, 2013 @ 6:21 pm
Morning Stan, UDI http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unilateral_declaration_of_independence is the only answer
Comment by lifeattheendoftheroad — March 6, 2013 @ 5:44 am
Here’s an idea for a TV show: Robin Hood and his merry men hijack tar lorries throughout England, drive them to the Highlands where they fill potholes, then return the empty trucks. The truck drivers were scheduled for several tea breaks and didn’t realize the trucks were even missing. And everyone is happy…
Comment by drgeo — March 5, 2013 @ 9:09 pm
Alternate: Print a photo of Minister Paul Wheelhouse and attach it to a sign which reads: “Paul Wheelhouse Memorial Pothole. May his legacy endure the test of time” Take a photo of this memorial plaque by every pothole, captioned with its GPS location. Post on internet.
Comment by drgeo — March 5, 2013 @ 9:17 pm
Brilliant..!
Comment by SOTW — March 6, 2013 @ 10:24 am