That’s it, the wife’s away, the boy’s in the hostel and the ‘Beetle man’, well he’s probably somewhere in Yorkshire by now, so it’s just me and the ‘wee dog’ tonight. To be honest I wouldn’t be writing this if I had my way, no siree, I’d be in my bed, but those pesky hens need shut in. Actually they don’t ‘need’ shutting in but we do close the gate to their enclosure once they’re all roosting just to ‘spoil the fun’. That will be the fun of searching the croft for nests of eggs. Sure if you keep your hens in some boringly small and unexciting run then they will go back in their house to lay an egg but Arnish is way too interesting for that. We’ve had eggs behind the generator, in a washing machine drum, trailer, bonfire, fertilizer bag, and a dozen other places
so now we keeps them locked in their run until after lunch.
It’s not half as exciting taking them out of the nesting boxes but at least you know when they’ve been laid
Jeeze, it’s take me almost an hour to find that photo and now it’s 23:00, almost dark and I’d better go and do it!!!!!!
Well that’s it four minutes past eleven and I’ll plonk away on here for as long as it takes me to finish the last can of Carlsberg, hic. Five years I lived on my own and never once drank alone, now I’m married with child and can’t wait to be alone to hammer the ‘tinnies’ Only kidding, it’s been a long and very busy day so I’ve earned it.
Unusually it started off with the alarm on my phone, I say unusually because I’m one of those few people that don’t actually need an alarm clock, in fact I only got one when I started working on the ferry. However today it actually woke me from a deep sleep of mad dreams involving, well best not go into that, but suffice to say I was fast asleep when it went off at 6:00am.
Just over an hour later, the Dude, carrying all he required for the week, the ‘Beetle Man’ complete with pickled coleoptera and two weeks worth of rubbish, Molly and I headed for the ferry.
And, just as soon as they’d departed I got on with a little ‘guerrilla quarrying’ on the beach.
It was great to see that all the remains and carp from the ‘Golden Emblem’ had at last been removed, no doubt at great expense The ‘Golden Emblem’ being this once proud fishing boat,
that degenerated into this,
finally ending up as a golden ember on the beach in front of Raasay House sad indeed.
Anyway, it’s almost midnight, the can is nearly empty and my eyes sore so I’d better bash on.
Driving slowly north with my trailer load of beach pebbles for wifey’s garden paths I was watched by two hinds at ‘ the hill of the lamb’
with its fine view over the Brochel loch towards Torran and the ‘Pipers rock’.
We then, we being the ‘wee dug’ and I, passed by what to my knowledge is the only bit of gorse in Arnish, a small clump that has appeared near the pig sign.
The rest of the day was spent on the roof, cutting rushes, over at Torran, cutting the lawn, fixing a path, cleaning water troughs and feeding animals but it’s almost midnight now and I need my bed