Tuesday already and that’s me just started to put ‘pen to paper’ so to speak, though how long I’ll keep at it is anyone’s guess. ‘Tis a pure peach of an evening out here in the Minch as the MV Hebrides sails into the western sun and I may just go for a ‘wee wander’ once we hit the shore, not literally of course. This rather large ship does not slide up and down a concrete ramp like the good ship Loch Striven every time she berths. Speaking of which, my arrival to Skye on Monday morning was the very first scheduled sailing into onto the new slipway there.
The smooth wide and perfectly formed concrete ramp will certainly be far easier to land on in a gale of west wind than the crumbling ruin it replaced.
The terminal and car park are still a long way from being finished but the wider access should at least mean a little less chaos there.
Just look at those beautiful wooden doors, they don’t even have Tee hinges, I give them until January 11th at the longest before they’re damaged by a gale of wind.
If the wind can blow the windows out of a car there, it’ll make mincemeat of those doors (just like the last ones)
Wow, just look at all that lovely concrete
So, that was it, off I went to Uig and the MV Hebrides to spend the week plying the Minch, and a very pleasant couple of days it has been so far. Certainly it’s been busy enough and the holiday makers are having great weather for it, with a nice steady breeze to keep the dreaded midge away.
We had a couple of unusual passengers today, two young horses, the owner of them being quite worried about leaving them, fortunately from my ‘painting spot’ by the aft ramp I could see them and they were just fine
As was this regular visitor to Raasay, well at least the driver was, not so sure about the DAF FG12 BSU going out to Tarbert all lashed down. Me thinks that the one he takes to Raasay may be shorter.
That’s about it really, pretty boring I know but I’ve had piles of emails and stuff to deal with.
So I’ll leave you with coming alongside at Tarbert
and someone’s excellent throw of the ‘heaving line’.
The heaving line being a lighter rope with a ‘monkeys fist’ knot on the end that is thrown ashore so the heavier mooring rope can be hauled onto the bollards.
And no I can’t tie one
Though if you’ve nothing to do on a winters night and the power has failed you could practice by candle light