Life at the end of the road

May 2, 2009

Wee peeps and flying compost bins

Filed under: animals, boats, daily doings, harbour, stonework — lifeattheendoftheroad @ 8:42 pm

I got so involved with finishing Thursdays post that I never got time to do Fridays which was a shame because when I eventually got out of my bed to be met by pouring rain, quite allot happened. Though by the time I’d risen my dearest mother in law that has spent the best part of a week tiling our bathroom was already outside feeding the pigs! So I left her to it and got on with breakfast for the whole household, which due to the southerly gale and spare electricity consisted mainly of toast and more toast :-). Several cycles of our 4 slice toaster and almost a full a full loaf later I headed down ‘Calum’s road’ in wifey’s YRV to put some more miles on it and take my boy to school.

Dead Daleks

A major problem after any gale in the highlands is rescuing the injured and dying Dalek compost bins that have taken off prematurely in the wind and deposited their contents everywhere.

The Raasay Primary had been having a recurring AWOL Dalek problem and had asked me to help them design and assist them to build a shelter for it. So After a quick cup of coffee whilst Miss Nicolson was sorting out the ‘Picker Uppers’, ‘Dolphins’, ‘Whales’ and ‘Sharks’ ( the 4 school tribes ) we all went outside in the pouring rain with our clip boards to find a new site and measure up.

With the dimensions sorted I left for the new harbour site to try and procure some wood from Balfour Beatty who have been very good to the school in the past donating £500 to the school funds last year to produce a most excellent calender. Whilst Atlas Marine the marine contractor recently bought Easter eggs for the entire school. However as usual I got distracted on the way.

Firstly by a lamb in someones living room!

and secondly by the fine stonework for the new road junction by the steading

After spending some time discussing rock I went down to the harbour site but high winds, a poor forecsast and approaching bank holiday meant most people had left early.

The Golden Emblem however was at last floating again

Though she was looking a little different to how she did 51 years ago shortly after her launch in 1958. Built by Watts of Macduff this fine boat served the McBain family for 30 years before finally ending her fishing days as a clam dredger then finding it’s way through several owners to Raasay. I am deeply grateful to David McBain and his family for letting me use this treasure of a picture and supplying me with fond childhood memories of open Gardner engines, oil drip stoves and brasswork not to mention an unexpected grounding! 🙂

Confined to the bathroom

The rest of the day being spent sanding, plumbing and generally assisting the two tiling experts in our bathroom. I had hoped to get the sink and WC fitted today but that was still festering in a depot in Inverness despite having been assured of delivery on Thursday. It was on one of my forraging trips for pipe fittings into the ‘new genny shed’ that I heard a strange noise. All of my 8 sheds have different names so that wifey and I can communicate the whereabouts of various implements, tools, compounds, and stores to each other, of course the fact that we call some of them different names only confuses matters, but genny shed and new genny shed are two names that are common to both Mars and Venus! Anyway I digress, the noise was a definite peep or to be more precise several peeps and it was comming from just outside the shed.

Investigation turned up a hen sat in a dry corner just behind the remains of an old Rutland wind turbine

Further investigation revealed 5 wee chicks all peeping away, despite almost 20 years of playing at being a crofter these are actually the first chicks that we’ve ever had here at the ‘end of the road’ and they really made our day 🙂 A quick trip back into the house to have a look at the self sufficiency bible that is the late John Seymours ‘Complete book of self sufficiency’ revealed that we should just let them get on with it and not intervene. Seemed fair enough, after all we,ve no foxes here and they were well out of sight of the crows ( I hope )

Though I couldn’t resist a little intervention in the form of some grain and layers pellets, of which both mum and the peeps got well stuck into.

Apart from feeding the herd and repairing the leaking oil pressure gauge pipe on the Land Rover I think that was it.

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