I’m no fan of this messing about with the clocks carry on but I do love it when they ‘spring forward’ an hour making the day feel just that little longer. Normally it makes you feel like spring is well and truly here but with last weeks Siberian spell of north winds not even the extra daylight helped herald the onset of spring. Despite a change in the wind direction to southerly yesterday it did not seem to bring much in the way of warmth with it. In fact it gradually freshened throughout the day and became pure miserable and the painting jobs I’d foolishly started yesterday had to be postponed and I contented myself with finishing off the monthly maintenance. The grey day meant little in the way of photography, I did snap a very young stag near Brochel but it turned out pretty rubbish and my dodgy satellite connection made me give up on posting. The lack of pictures got me reading my diaries for 17,18 and 19 years ago and before I knew it it was time for bed.
Back to black
Today came as a bit of a shock because when I awoke for work at 5:50 it was still dark and was not fully light when I set off on my pig feeding mission at 6:30. Now regular followers will know of my quest to keep these two groups of pigs apart and how I’ve been going out earlier every day in an attempt to keep them apart during feeding. On the whole and contrary to any recognized pig rearing regime this has worked very well, so when I went out at what 5:30 PMT ( porky mean time ) I figured as these pigs had not put their clocks forward they’d still be in their beds. I was, as is quite often the case wrong! and the two groups of 4 piglets came charging at me from two different directions down the road! so I dumped their food into two piles, left them to it and went to work!
Where the first thing I saw or to be more precise the first thing I heard was the unmistakable shaky bleat of a new born lamb who obviously had difficulty distinguishing the white hull of this boat from it’s mums udder!
The second new arrival
The next three hours on the ferry where a bit busy to say the least with short shipped traffic right through until 11:30 and ‘Buffalo Bill’s’ new boat not getting over until 10:25 despite being there since before 8:25
There’s nothing like the arrival of a new boat on an island to generate interest and stir debate about hull design, sea keeping, and all things nautical so I’m sure this fine converted ships life boat will inspire much debate and admiration over the next few days.
Work had re started in earnest at the new harbour after an early finish last week due to poor weather.
The Atlas Marine tug Kingston Lacy passing between us and the old pier sometime before lunch with good load of cement and blocks for the new harbour wall.
With 3 x 18 ton blocks and one 9 ton block clearly visible on the stern on the barge.
And by the time we’d discharged traffic and tied up the ferry I’d just time to nip along to Clachan to catch her coming into the bay.
Of course whilst I was there I could not resist taking a picture of the latest addition to the Raasay Fleet, the MV Larne! The rest of the day was spent painting all the things I tried to do on Sunday and with the extra hour of daylight I arrived home just after 8:00pm without swtiching my lights on 🙂 being greated by 8 piglets who had obviously forgot thye’d been fed or were just chancing it after yesterdays successful attempt to con wifey into feeding them again after I’d given them breakfast!