Life at the end of the road

November 25, 2012

Back at ‘the end of the road’ :-)

Filed under: Croft house for sale, Trucks and plant, weather — lifeattheendoftheroad @ 10:34 am

Who knows when you’ll read this, it’s 6:30am now on Sunday, days since I last posted, not through lack of wanting to but for lack of internet. I finally arrived  home in the ‘Old Girl’ on Friday afternoon pure shattered and to a dud internet connection. The drive had been long, and in some ways it’s just as well for I’d over two months mail to deal with before I started to ‘candle’, pack, label and stamp ten dozen of the eggs I’d been longing to eat for months Smile

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I’d got the Land Rover and caravan pretty much ready for a for a hasty exit on Wednesday night but decided against taking it to college on account of the flagon of cider I’d demolished the day before Sad smile Incidentally the last time I had a drink Smile I just cannot believe the size of  my ‘beer belly’,

 

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It’s hideous, and that’s living off salad’s, fish, exercising every morning and walking at the very least four miles a day, sometimes ten. It has just got to come off Sad smile and a week ‘on the croft’ plus giving my liver a rest for a month should do the trick Smile 

Off line so no links Sad smile

The failure of my ‘Q sat’ satellite link has been a mixed blessing, it’s given me far more time with the precious family that I’ve missed this last few months but it’s left a big hole in the ‘to do’ list. I’ can’t post any links today but I’m hoping to have a much more reliable ‘wireless link’ shortly via the ‘Tegola project’ which you’ll have to ‘Google’ yourself. Hopefully I’ll be back ‘on line’ early next week so can fill you in on the details. Meanwhile I’m just hoping that I can upload this and download my emails at ‘The old Schoolhouse’ at Torran later today.

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After learning how to search someone correctly and make all manner of explosives and timers out of everyday objects as well as deal with pirates and stowaways, I headed north. Not to the Glen Coe in the picture but to Barrhead and my wife Smile who unlike me had lost weight and was looking radiant. Actually she probably looked like carp to the rest of the world with red eyes and the sickness of her father weighing her down, but to me she looked like an angel Smile

It was only a brief overnight stay to breakup the journey, collect the ‘wee dug’ and then call on my own parents whom I’d not seen in months. Contrary to all the forecasts it was a pleasant enough drive, the flooding up Loch Lomondside presenting no problem to one so high and slow. The many road works giving me chance to pull over and let the little traffic there was pass me by. I make a supreme effort to let other road users pass and was pleased to note that I was not the only one. On more than one occasion during my weekend visits to Barrhead I’d seen HGV’s do the same on the A69, not many but enough to restore some faith in human nature Smile

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Again it was all too brief a ‘stopover’ though it was of the highest quality, a fine musacca (a Greek dish that’s not in my ‘spell check’) made from lamb, aubergines and cheese Smile My mother too had lost weight and was looking great, not that she was ever anything but trim but she’d been having to walk more due to worsening dementia on my fathers part. My dear father for his who still has ‘the heart and lungs of a Sherpa’ at 83 now needs escorting on his longer walks. He also hadn’t a clue who I was initially but as we sat down and talked over dinner and a glass of Berbara from Asti, (OK I know I said I’d not had a drink since Wednesday but that doesn’t count) there was a glimmer of recognition Smile

Foundations Smile

I left my parents around 9:30 after doing a couple of minor jobs and my father had been picked up by a support worker to go to the Alzheimer gathering in Dornie. I’m not sure what it’s called but he goes there twice a week and apparently enjoys it by all reports, though whether that’s because of the ‘fruit recognition’ games or kissing the old ladies I’m not sure Smile Smile

  

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Work was well underway at Sconser for the terminal improvements, though this was mainly for the temporary slip so far.

 

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I’m guessing that would be a 110t Liebherr crawler crane in the shadow of Glamaig Smile

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This however is most definitely ‘Eyre Plant Hire’s’ G440 Scania heading of the 10:55 from Raasay, the truck that brought the aggregate to Arnish for my barn in fact. A little thought occurred to me that he may well have been up to Arnish once more with stuff for the house as wifey had reported activity up at the new house site last week.

Whilst Ally and his eight wheeler had not been up the north end Lachie and Angus had Smile

 

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The foundations had been started and Lachie himself was there doing some work with his wee digger Smile Time to order your windows he says to me, we’re hoping to be ready for them at the end of January Smile 

 

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A statement that filled me with both joy and trepidation, that was it then, time to ‘draw on funds’ Sad smile

 

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The homecoming was tempered just a little by the cold house, lack of internet and mountain of mail that needed dealt with. Though as I hinted the ‘broadbandless’ nature of 3 South Arnish did at least prevent me getting ‘distracted’, though I have to hang around awaiting phone calls to and from my provider.

It was only three or so hours before I had to return to the south end to pick up my tall, handsome and deep voiced son who had visibly grown up since I last saw him. At thirteen, hugs are out of the question, certainly as he comes off the 16:15 ferry with all his palls but I was tempted Smile After loading up the Dude and his baggage it was round to the shop with ten dozen ‘Arnish Eggs’ and home via the youth hostel road. I was totally staggered by its deterioration in the two months I’d been away. The eighteen or more cement mixer loads and many articulated lorries associated with the new water treatment works have well and truly wrecked it Sad smile

Rocky’s away

Much paperwork and telephoning was my sentence for the rest of the day, my son plugged himself into ‘Modern Warfare Twenty’ or some such tosh Smile Saturday was a pure peach of a day, or at least started out that was and I got on with a mountain of washing.

 

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Both wind and hydro turbines were churning out the amps so I made the most of it, four loads in the washer, stuff on the line in the wind and more in the tumble drier too Smile

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At 10:30 a fellow pig keeper from Sleat arrived with his trailer to hire our gentle giant Rocky, who, with a couple of pears and apples went into his trailer far easier than I expected. It was a little smaller than the one he’s used to but I think those little aluminium flaps on the side make all the difference. Pigs are not so keen to go into dark places, or at least they’re much warier and he had had a few long trailer trips in the past. Whether he’d forgotten how uncomfortable they were or remembered what he was going to do at the end of his journey I don’t know.

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He did however seem very relaxed in there Smile

 

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That was it really, wifey arrived home just as darkness closed in, I went out to bleed some air from the hydro turbine penstock to squeeze a few more watts out of it and we all sat down together as a family for the first time in months Smile I was very contented and missed the glass of wine not one bit Smile

It just remains for me to thank all that have helped us through this ordeal so far, the friends and neighbours from eight miles away who drove up daily to feed the animals and collect the eggs. The workmate that took me through to Glasgow at weekends to be with my in laws and Dave Bulmer of ‘Skye Harvest’ and ‘Dunmar B&B’ who’s going to take the three tammies to Munro’s for me whilst I’m in Holland. Jessie Nicolson who watched (and fattened Smile ) Molly whilst wifey was away and the staff of the Portree hostel for looking after my son. I know they do that anyway, but had he not been in their capable hands life would have been a heck of a lot more complicated.

 

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