Life at the end of the road

April 21, 2009

A very grand new home

Filed under: daily doings — lifeattheendoftheroad @ 9:24 pm

Truly miserable is just about what sums up the mornings weather and by all accounts it rained all night but I never noticed. Fortunately the ground was rock hard from the previous dry spell so the rain just ran off witout turning the croft into a quagmire. To be honest the ground was needing some water and the hydro turbine certainly benifitted from the extra flow but I could have done without it for the second task  of the day. Number one as always being my rather sad obsession with checking the blogg for hits ( I really should get out more ) which has now settled down to a respectable 7 or 800 a day after the mad media induced frenzy of last week, anyway thanks to all those who looked in and continue to do so, it’s an honour to have people actually want to read this. Anyway after boosting my ego with the blogg and filling myself with caffine the swineherd and I ventured forth in our oilskins to feed the pigs and catch two gilts for Hugh Macdonald of http://www.viewfieldhouse.com/ . We put the Mark II pig crate in the quad trailer and reversed it near the trough, sprinkled some feed in the trough and removed the last two gilts of the litter of 7 boars and 4 gilts having previously sprayed them purple so as not to get them mixed up. Whilst they were grubbing away I lifted them up and wifey manned (womanned ) the crate lid.

Pigs in crate

Pigs in crate

We threw them some more feed in to keep them happy then transferred them to the trailer on the back of the ‘Old girl’ before heading down the south end of Raasay to catch the 8:55am ferry to Skye. A brief dry spell followed that lulled us into a false sense of security and we arrived at piggies new home around 9:30.

Viewfield House country hotel

Viewfield House country hotel

We left the two piglets at reception and went on our way 🙂 No seriously we went around the back to be met by the eager staff who showed us to the piglets new ‘des res’ around the back.

A fine ark in the 'Baroque' style

A fine ark in the 'Baroque' style

After their 20 miles of bumping about in the trailer the two gilts were glad of some lunch and seemed none the worse for their ordeal.

Looks interesting

Looks interesting

So with the two girls settled in behind their electric fence we called into http://www.skyeshrubs.co.uk/ which just happens to reside in the lovely grounds of Viewfield House and came away with some raspberry canes and seeds for the veg garden. Managing to fit a quick visit into Portree and the Co op before returning to a much drier Raasay on the 11:30 ferry whereupon I spent the rest of the day fencing. I also caught a couple of our 3 Soay sheep to check them for lambs 1 has definitely got one due any day but I’m pretty sure this chancer is barren

Nanny

Nanny

Nanny, the oldest of the 3 is actually the cutest and whilst I keep threatening to eat her I somehow don’t think it’s going to happen 🙂 The one I could not catch looked like she’d a pretty full udder and I can’t wait to see the lambs as I’m pretty sure they’ll be a blackface cross as I reckon Shaun our Soay tup was a dud :-(, anyway only time will tell. Apart from climbing the tree house to make a few phone calls that was it, why is this eccentric old git climbing a tree house to use the phone I hear you ask, well some people have a hang up about going to the toilet when there are people about, me I don’t suffer from that but I hate using the frigging phone when other people are there (mainly because I can’t hear) and as our cordless phone just died it was a case of climb the tree and use the moby or compete with River City on the TV ( River City being a kind of Scottish Neighbours, Coronation street or Dallas without the glitz) anyway I’m glad I did because it was beautiful 🙂

What can I say!

What can I say!

So now with my uniform ready and my 7 bananas in the Land Rover I’m ready for another week before the mast of the good ship Loch Striven 🙂

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