June the second and I’ve not had a bite yet, that has to be a record, I heard one in my ear right enough but it never managed to ‘score’ before I dealt with it. Not so lucky my son who was hiding in the undergrowth on ‘pigeon watch’, nope, the poor Dude said they were out in force and gave up after only potting one of the blighters. That will be the flying rats and not ‘wee devils’ of course, you shoot one pigeon and it’s a full five minutes before the greedy beggars return, you kill one midge and ten thousand come to the funeral immediately.
Things seem a little farther ahead on the mainland but only by days and not weeks, bigger rhododendron, whiter may flower, bluer bells slightly taller bracken, but still weeks behind normal. My good friend ‘The Beetle man’ who’s sojourns to Raasay are more regular than a Seiko watch, reckons about a month behind normal and I can quite believe it. Richard Moore of ‘The Beetles of the isle of Raasay in the Inner Hebrides’ fame http://www.bookdepository.co.uk/Beetles-Isle-Raasay-Inner-Hebrides-Richard-Moore/9780957183605
has been visiting here twice a year on more or less the same dates ‘since Adam was a lad’ and he should know. Anyone who spends weeks at a time immersed in the flora and fauna during the same short periods over a thirty of forty year period must know what they’re talking about.
When Richard first came to visit Arnish in the seventies he brought this
and just look at it now!!!!!
and at 4:30 this morning
Anyway, he’s away tomorrow, for the first time ever without being midged so he should know
Well I thought it was, so I went to visit my parents, luckily I didn’t buy the present or card before I found out I was two weeks early. Still it was a good excuse to visit the folks, not that I need one, or that my dad knows what day of the week month or year it is. Dementia is a terrible thing especially in one so fit but it’s always great to see him, even if he knows not who I am.
On the way there I came across this bizarre sight at the head of Loch Duich,
it’s a horse asleep on the seaweed !!!!
See, I told you my 83 year old dad was fit
All three of us spent a couple of hours cutting and splitting wood
after which we had a delicious home made gnocchi http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gnocchi . My mums being made of potato and served with a blue cheese and cream sauce.
After that it was only possible to have a short walk with my dad through a forest carpeted with bluebells before we had to dash home for the ferry.
Since then I’ve been feeding animals, sorting the boy for his week away and dealing with eggs for the shop, and now I’m going to go to bed