Pleasantly shattered once more, methinks I felt just like this last weekend, aching all over after a hard weekends graft and certainly too tired to do any scribbling on here the last few nights. I thought I’d better make the effort before it all slips away from my addled brain cells however, much has happened and I need to get it down. Well I’m going to have to have some record for the book you know, this will be the much awaited tome ‘Life at the end of the road uncut’ or possibly ‘the directors cut’. Either way my good friend, neighbour and fellow blogger http://isleofronalog.wordpress.com/ Bill Cowie will be getting a whole chapter. However that will be at least eight years away or is it ten, I can’t remember if the goalposts have been moved from 65 to 67. Whatever, much as I love my job, I’ll be ‘off like at shot’ come retirement age
A quick recap
Well, more a few pictures really from the last day on the ‘Heb’ for all the ship ‘anoraks’
A grey and moody Harris on Friday morning, just like the wife really
Two ships heading for the northern tip of Skye,
the ‘Joerg N’ http://www.marinetraffic.com/ais/shipdetails.aspx?mmsi=248255000 and the ‘Mekhanik Tyulenev’. The Russian one having a distinct ‘icebreaker bow’ http://www.marinetraffic.com/ais/shipdetails.aspx?MMSI=273111000
The yellow stuff on the radar is the land, the majority of which is Skye, the group of islands near my wrist are the Ascribs, the land bottom left Waternish point. The circle by my head the Heb and the red line the normal route into Uig.
The MV Hallaig may not be here yet but at least the plug has arrived for charging her up overnight
The other thing of note that greeted me upon my arrival off the 16:15 ferry was rhododendron flowers behind Raasay House. Still a few days behind the ones on Harris but a step in the right direction.
Back home fore 17:30 on a pure peach of a day I wasted no time in conscripting the Dude into helping me cut the lawn for the first time this year.
Then, as a reward because I’m too mean to pay him, we went out shooting, a good ‘father and son’ bonding exercise My dad did it with me, not shooting but poaching trout, I learned to ‘tickle trout’ in short trousers and can still do it now almost fifty years on, priceless memories
I managed to shoot one pigeon but the rest of the lead went on bottles and much as I tried, I couldn’t face eating the pigeon Still we had a great evening out on the hill
though we weren’t alone. The antlers on our resident stag are fair coming on, I just saw his bigger pal a couple of hours ago and his are even more spectacular.
Well, I’m struggling to remember what I did, but this hen laid an egg in a sack in the byre, actually, her and another one lay an egg each most days in the byre. It’s one of those big fertilizer type bags with wood shavings in and they climb in through the top everyday to lay their eggs, this is me sticking the whole camera in there as the hole is tied and quite small.
The ten ‘wee wains’ were out in the sunshine with Ellie and here she is just about to toss one up in the air with her snout!!! I’m not sure what was going on there but he kept coming back for more
This morning was once more, ‘a pure peach’, so after feeding the herd I dragged the boy out of his bed and we set off to visit the neighbours. The tide was high, the forecast good and a visit to our neighbouring island long overdue. I was owing Bill some money, needing more whisky and had two containers of oil to deliver, so off we went.
Easily launching the plastic ‘Pioner Maxi’ down the smooth rocks at ‘Port Arnish’ we headed out of the loch, round ‘The Aird’ by the Fraoch Eilean (heather isle)
and through the ‘Caolas Fladda’ into Loch a Sgurr.
Following the coastline looking for ‘treasure’ brought back many happy memories of fishing for lobster and diving for clams along this rugged, remote and spectacularly solid coastline.
There are no ‘soft landings’ on this coast, the hard gneiss that plunges straight down to ten, fifteen and sometimes fifty meters within a ‘spit from the shore’ make this an unforgiving landfall.
It is however one that has sustained many families over the years with its bounty of fish, shellfish and prawns, Loch a Sgurr has them all.
It even has an eerie
though I’ve not seen it used in years. Though we were watched closely by a golden eagle whilst in the vicinity and many years ago I was blessed with watching the pair build this nest and raise chicks.
Also in Loch a Sgurr, or at least near its southern edge lies this precariously perched monolith of rock, that will no doubt end up in the sea at some point.
By just after 10:00am we had arrived at Acairsad Mhor (Big Harbour) and were greeted by a warm and friendly ‘happy new year’ from Bill.
However, that’s going to have to wait, for it’s well after 22:00 now and I’m wrecked