Life at the end of the road

April 18, 2008

Another puncture! and the ‘Space age hen house’

Filed under: daily doings, polytunnel — lifeattheendoftheroad @ 10:01 pm

I don’t know what made me put the spare wheel back on my bonnet today but I’m glad I did because just after dropping the Dude off at school I had a serious puncture. I’d just stopped to load up rocks for my bog when I heard this almighty hiss from the rear left hand side, upon investigation I found a thumb size pointed rock stuck in the tread. It was a shard from the broken rocks I was about to load and it was going down very quickly, I may have loaded the spare wheel but for some reason I thought I’d left my jack at home so drove like a loon to my mate Willy’s to borrow a jack. Of course as soon as I got there I remembered where the jack was and got on with sorting it. In the normal world a puncture is no big deal but being on Raasay and having huge tyres on the old girl means it’s a little unfair to ask someone to take it to Portree to get it fixed so I set about removing the tyre by driving over it on the wooden section of the pier. You can do it on the road but it makes a mess of your rims, once the tyre was off and the hole marked I took it to the nice ‘Grumpy digger driver’ to get it fixed. He was round at the village hall on mountain moving duty so that gave me chance to see how Ron was getting on with the wall.

And as well as getting some good foundation stones down he was giving lessons!

The space age hen house is finished (well almost)

Whilst at Willy’s I went to see the designer hen house that he’d been constructing for weeks from fish farm pipe, fish farm floats, wind surfer bars, box profile sheeting, various bits of washing machine and a children’s slide from Canada!

Here’s the kiddies slide with added wooden bars and a bit of carpet so the hens can climb up it.

The slide was just made for the job and it was as if it had been sent across the Atlantic just for Willy’s hen house, we often get drinks crates from Maine and New Jersey but a slide from Canada is a first!

A lesson in peat cutting

With the morning disappearing fast I headed home only to get distracted by ‘Raasay’s last peat cutter’ John was busy digging out the peats now having taken off the turfs yesterday. He was using a special ‘peat iron’ from Ness  on the isle of  Lewis.

He’s not actually cutting the bank here as the sun was in the wrong place but just behind him was the peats he’d cut.

By the time I got home it was lunchtime and I spent the afternoon putting soil in our raised bed, painting a fence and (inspired by Ron) repairing a dry stone wall. After a dinner of cod and potatoes in a white sauce I went out hunting rabbit up at North Arnish. Though as usual I came back empty handed after not even firing one round. As mrs C says “if we’d to rely on you for food we’d starve”! Which I thought was a little unfair because had this hind been on my land eating my potatoes and not been out of season and had I had a bigger gun, who knows we could have been eating venison!!!!

There were 6 of them and I got great pleasure from watching them as the sun went down.

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