Life at the end of the road

July 22, 2017

Three times is enough :-(

Filed under: boats, daily doings — Tags: , , , , — lifeattheendoftheroad @ 6:28 am

Well, it’s been a pure peach of a week, or at least the bits I remember. That’s the trouble here on the West Coast where the weather is often wet and windy, two good days in a row and you forget at about the two weeks of gales and rain. Or worse still the humid calm, damp midge infested morning and evenings that are so common in July and August. Truth is this summer seems to have been relatively ‘midge free’ and apart from a grim June has been ‘peachy so far.

The last couple of days have been cracking, though yesterday didn’t get off the best of starts,

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the Storr in sharp contrast to Wednesday was covered in mist, there was no sign of Harris or Lewis to the north west and Holm Island didn’t look very inviting.

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A young velvet covered stag was wandering around at Glam and the Raasay Distillery was looking very quiet. Mind you it wasn’t much after 6:00am as I was heading down early to use the free CalMac internet. My recent correspondences with Applenet, the Arnish ISP proving very disappointing, with no prospect of broadband this month by the sound of it. To say it’s inconvenient is something of an understatement and probably explains in a small part why I’m so crabbit at the moment. Well it’s either that or the Tramadol again, I’ve been taking that for three days, which doesn’t help.

Anyway, the day improved vastly,


assisted no doubt by the scrambled egg and hot smoked salmon on toast.


The small shower that preceded the sunshine making a lovely rainbow at Sconser.

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The Eda Frandsen and Donna Marie both ‘earning their crust’ in the Raasay Narrows, Eda at the boat chartering and Donna at the clams.

Once the morning shower had dried off it was back to the painting with me old shipmate Finlay.


The rest of the day being spent marshalling cars on a busy deck, or just plain dodging them if the truth be known. So, by the time I got home after 20:00, having been away a good 14 hours and more I was pure whacked. By 20:30 I was in my PJs with my ‘feet up in front of the fire’, OK, we don’t actually have a fire but you get the gist. In short, I am ‘tired and shagged out after a long squawk’ as they say. An hour later, two thirds the way through a pish film that I’m actually quite enjoying the ‘wee dug’ starts barking her head off. This she does at deer, cats, rabbits, pigs and people, though by 21:30 I’m not thinking it will be the latter.

A sign is the only answer and don’t read on if you’re easily offended

How wrong was I, it turned out to be a Spanish couple  who had driven off the Torran path. I was feckin’ raging and gave them both barrels, It’s a friggin footpath not a road, are you stupid? OK, it may seem a little harsh but this will be the third time in less than twelve months that I’ve dragged some clown back up this path.

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And it’s not just the three halfwits that I’ve pulled out, my mate John William, AKA Bradain pulled a camper van out of here earlier this year, a big one!!!! Not only that but that barmpot female wrecked the track in her abortive efforts to extricate herself.

The latest pair of clowns in the obligatory ‘17 plate’ hire car had actually managed to get further than all the eejits I’ve ever rescued bar BT, yes BT even got a tractor bogged down here. No wonder this muppet and the others got stuck. So I arrived there to the smell of burning clutch, hitched up my winch and pulled him out. I didn’t have the heart to charge him despite being severely pi55ed off at them, the car was damaged, the clutch burnt and I guessed they’d be paying dearly for the dents on the hire car. The ‘end of the road’, Raasay and that crabbit crofter will be etched in their memory forever, methinks they’ll no be so stupid again.

However, that’s it, I’m sick of these clowns, between the three here and the three at Brochel this last year I’ll be taking ‘money up front’ from now on Smile


Needs a bit of work and punctuation but you get the gist Smile

Twenty eight years I’ve lived here at the ‘end of the road’ and in twenty six of them all I’ve rescued has been one tractor and about a couple of dozen kayakers. Sure there have been a few people who cycled up here then gave up, one or two that got lost on the way to the bothy and the odd broken down car but you expect that.  It’s just the last couple of years that has seen this explosion of numpties that are unable to drive or walk and leave their sh1te in black bags at the side of the road for ‘The Bin Bag Fairy’. Having said that, the ‘Bin Bag Fairy’ worshippers have been conspicuous by their absence so far this year, though it is ‘early days’. The only carp I’ve found so far this year is the remains of several ‘Happy Meals’. I mean ‘what the feck’ is that all about? some Neanderthals who prefer sugar and E numbers to real food have bought a large bag of ‘Big Mac’s’ etc and carried them 100 miles from the nearest ‘Golden Arches’ to consume and dump them at the end of Calum’s Road. I mean, if you drove the car like you stole it all the way from Inverness or Fort William to Sconser,  then just happened to drive straight on a ferry, then drive straight up to the ‘end of the road’. If you did all that and then ate your happy meal straight away then it would be at least four hours old. Jeez, I thought I had a strong stomach. Of course the ignorant bar stewards could have consumed them anywhere on the 210 mile trip, driven past a gazillion bins and chose to dump them at Arnish as some kind of offering to the ‘Bin Bag Fairy’ but I doubt it.


This morning I had a ‘lie in’ until 6:00am before heading down the road 25 minutes later,


the sun was blazing and Dun Caan was busy soaking it up on her eastern slopes.

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A golden eagle flew across directly in front of the Land Rover at Glam before landing nearby to gaze over to Portree.


That’s it on the right.


Acta Marine’s Sara Maatje VIII just leaving the berth at 7:00AM

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and back again 12 hours later with Ferguson’s Harvest Anne.

July 20, 2017

Far better than expected :-)

Filed under: boats, daily doings, Trucks and plant — Tags: , , — lifeattheendoftheroad @ 6:02 am

Well, that’s the halfway mark of the ‘fortnight on’ passed by without a hitch, well apart from the ‘near misses’ with all the ‘17 plate’ hire cars on the roads and on the ferry. I sure am glad that my 11 mile commute is at the relatively quiet time of day, trouble is at 6:30AM and 7:30PM any car I’m likely to meet is usually ‘off their guard’.

A bit of painting

The last couple  of days has seen us frantically trying to get an area on deck 3 painted.


The two good days that were promised came and went with today look set to pish with rain late morning and howl with a good hash of south east wind in the afternoon. Well thankfully that never happened and progress was better than expected, though yesterday it was not looking good. Yours truly ‘cocked up’ big time when he added the wrong hardener to the primer Sad smile The International aluminium primer that usually ‘goes off’ in minutes was still tacky as we left the vessel at 19:40.


Fortunately by this morning it was dry enough to paint over and the rain held off well into the night. In fact it was a ‘pure peach’ of day with that lovely east south east breeze. Far nicer than the hot and sticky Tuesday that preceded today.

A few trucks

Yesterday saw one of Ewan M Bowman’s well kept vehicles


and today we had one of Eyre Plant’s Scanias


and of course the ‘scuffy wagon’.


Home at last

The day was beautiful right enough but as evening approached and the temperature dropped it was even better as the sun lowered and put the eastern sloes of Ben Tianavaig into shade.


The Braes fish farm, Ben Tianavaig and in the distance the Storr.


Hallaig and Glamaig.

As usual I was home just around 20:00 but prior to going in the house I went to check on our new ‘table birds’.


This is the first time they’ve managed to get up on the perches and the other hens were watching them with great interest. We’ll be keeping these separate from the older ones cos I guess we’ll be feeding them more but it’s good they can see each other, at least that’s what we’ve found in the past.

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The Storr and its ‘Old Man’ at 6:30 this morning with the ‘White Face’ and Brochel Bay a little later


and the ‘Long Rock’ at Oskaig near the end of the trip to work.


The clam diving boat Donna Marie below the cliffs at Braes, a favourite spot of mine, especially on the flood which sweeps you nicely south eastwards along the edge and towards the Rainy Rocks. The ebb tends to push you more northerly into deeper water.

The Squadron Leader departed and the Man From Gourock arrived, though I guess that now I’ll have to call him summat else cos he’s moved house Smile

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Always good to see him cos we can talk caravans Smile How sad is that Smile

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