Life at the end of the road

March 16, 2008

And then there were 5

Filed under: daily doings — lifeattheendoftheroad @ 8:23 pm

As I keep saying I love Sundays when it’s my week on the ferry, for many reasons like the need not to get up so early. The short easy day with only 2 sailings but especially I get to feed and have a good look at our pigs. The wee wains (our Tamworth piglets) have been on the hill and in their new house for a week now and I wanted to see how they were doing. When I started work on Tuesday there were 7 and it was a bit of a squeeze for them all in the pallet house but 2 had gone to pastures new and we were down to the 5 we intended to fatten. The lie in never happened as I could just tell it was gonna be a cracker of a day so I was up at the slightly earlier time of 5:00 so got on with some boring puter stuff before setting out early to try and catch the wee wains in their bed.

sleepy wains

but there was no chance, as soon as I got near they were up like a shot.

wains leaving

And they were looking great, they do so much better out on the hill with all the extra space and interesting places to grub about. The rest of the herd were looking good and everything seemed to be drying out nicely after the incessant rain of the previous weeks. So after feeding and sorting out a few loose ends it was off to work and a nice leisurely sunny day on the ferry. The morning sailing followed by the ‘BIG BREAKFAST’ (something of an institution on our shift) the full monty, 2 eggs, bacon, sausage, black pudding, mushrooms, tomatoes and beans all piled onto a bed of toast. Though after eating all that the next job of a boat drill was not as easy as it would have been after a bowl of museli!

doti

Though once in the water it was a pleasure to be out, having spent most of my working life in boats pleasure is not always the first adjective that springs to mind but today the splash of saltwater on my face took me back 30 years to my first boat and what seems like a lifetime ago. When I worked in Manchester 48 weeks a year so I could spend a few weeks a year messing about in (and under) boats. On this day in 1978 (the week before easter) I was preparing a similar boat to the DOTI above for a diving trip to Mull! how things have changed.

I went all nostalgic there and lost the plot for a moment, anyway I spent the next couple of hours cleaning the ‘old girl’ my 22 year old landrover which was registered the same month that the ‘Loch Striven’ was launched, May 1986, after which I did a bit of painting, the last sailing then home for a chicken dinner.

ben tianavaing

But not before I stopped to take this on the way home.

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