Life at the end of the road

August 2, 2010

‘Calum’s Dream’

Filed under: daily doings — lifeattheendoftheroad @ 5:18 am

Sunday already and I’ve no idea where the week has gone 🙂 let alone the day. Like any working Sunday it started with me having a wee lie in before going out to feed the pigs, only today I had an extra helper in the shape of Buster.

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Buster being the wee black and brown mop firmly ensconced in Molly’s bed this morning, OK Molly does not look too impressed but at least she’s not tearing chunks out of him 🙂 Anyway the three of us went out and did the feeding and watering rounds to much hilarity, Buster really does like piglets 🙂

Once that was done I set off early for work to go and have a look down the glen road to see how the tree harvesting was coming on and take some pictures, unfortunately for reasons known only to the great god of cyberspace they seem to have vanished into the ether 😦 Shame because for a change they were actually quite good!

Having long ago given up on listening to the radio on account of a dodgy aerial, general disgust at the state of world affairs and the reporting thereof I settled on listening to my latest acquisition ‘Calum’s Dream’ by Schiehallion. A CD and band that somehow seemed out of place in the magazine alongside the Prodigy, Pendulum, Leftfield, the Stranglers and Faithless. It is however well worth buying and I’m not just saying that because the title track is all about the road to my house 🙂 it’s a really good CD and track number 5 ‘Rosie’ had me crying buckets on the way down the road.


Calum’s Dream lyrics

   Graeme Ross

    Sometimes there are stories
    That simply must be told,
    O’ sorrow,joy an’ glories
    Past tae young fae old,
    Here is such a story,
    I’d like tae share wi you,
    About a son o’ Raasay,
    An Eilean man sae true,
    He was known as Calum,
    Macleod that was his clan,
    The isle he loved was dyin’,
    But Calum had a plan.
    Calums road aye Calums road,
    Built wi sweat an’ toil,
    For future generations,
    An’ those driven fae the soil.
    Tae turn the tide o’ history,
    As hard as that would seem,
    An’ secure the islands future,
    That was Calums dream,
    So in the north at Arnish,
    In nineteen sixty four,
    He began tae dig the land,
    The factor cleared before,
    If he could join the-gether,
    The south end an’ the north,
    Maybe life would spring again,
    In the homeland o’ his birth?
    Depopulation rife again,
    Never far fae mind,
    If he began tae weaken,
    In God strength he would find,
    Wi barrow,pick an’ shovel,
    Workin’ night an’ day,
    Wi nuthin’ but his callus hands,
    Calum cleared the way,
    Six days he’d be workin’,
    The saabath rest an’ pray,
    Then Calums road completed,
    Two decades past the day.
    Calum died in "88"
    A legend amoung men,
    The self-belief that drove him,
    None would see again,
    But he lived tae see his dream,
    His vision had come true,
    The north o’ Raasay breathes again,
    Calum thanks tae you,
    So tae that humble man,
    I dedicate my ode,
    Raise yer glasses tae him,
    Tae Calum an’ his road.
    Calums road aye Calums road,
    Built wi sweat an’ toil,
    For future generations,
    An’ those driven fae the soil,
    Calums road aye Calums road,
    As people come tae view,
    The north o’ Raasay breathes again,
    Aye calum thanks tae you!

Once I’d dried my tears, been up the Glen road and started work on the Loch Striven it was quite a busy day. We had an extra run in the morning to clear traffic then it was a mammoth cleaning and painting session to get the old girl looking ‘spic and span’ for the big ceremony to open the new pier on the 17th. I know it’s a long way away but we don’t get much time during the week and it’s only two more Sundays to go 🙂

After work and giving the ‘Old Girl’ a good scrub I hitched up my trailer load of oil for the generator and heating and headed north. It’s the very first time I’ve used this oil tank inside my trailer, for the last 21 years I’ve been moving oil in 200lt barrels. The 1200lt plastic tank sat in  my trailer beats the pants out of using old rusty steel drums that have to be rolled out, turned on their side and pumped out individually. Now I just connect a pump to a tap on the bottom of the tank, switch it on and wait 🙂 Of course all the pictures have vanished along with a video of ‘Calum’s Dream’ so you’ll just have to use your imagination and I’ll leave you with Christmas dinner.

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Who was quite brazenly munching the tops off wifey’s witch hazel not 10’ feet from our living room window on Friday night 🙂


  1. this is the second post of your’s that I’ve read and like the forst,I love it

    Comment by taddoe — August 2, 2010 @ 7:31 am

  2. P.S –He is not going to end up as dinner??

    Comment by taddoe — August 2, 2010 @ 7:32 am

    • Good morning Taddoe,

      glad to have you aboard (love the old car on your blog too :-)), if Bambi keeps getting amongst the trees and crops then he certainly will be Christmas dinner but not for a little while 🙂

      Cheers, Paul

      Comment by lifeattheendoftheroad — August 3, 2010 @ 5:25 am

  3. Hi, Paul

    Wee Buster has certainly found his feet and his bed, even if Molly does look dubious. Hope the good relationship continues!

    On the matter of trees – given that the forestry is clearing along the Glen Road, has anything been done about the storm-ravaged trees at Orchard?



    Comment by Sue — August 2, 2010 @ 5:12 pm

  4. In answer to Sue’s question, I walked down from the youth hostel through Orchard to the new pier today, and there were dead and fallen trees all over the place!

    Comment by francesp — August 3, 2010 @ 8:02 pm

    • Morning Frances,

      you’re dead right, it’s a bit of a mess, but there is plenty of firewood 🙂

      Good to see you, Paul

      Comment by lifeattheendoftheroad — August 5, 2010 @ 6:17 am

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