It’s all a bit of a blur really, a combination of old age and far too much red wine has left the weekend behind me like a ‘bank of fog astern’. Fortunately I have a camera so after downloading the pictures I can at least recall some of its events which started on the way home with this.
The water lilies on Loch na Bronn
that appeared during my four nights absence https://lifeattheendoftheroad.wordpress.com/2013/07/08/another-430-start/ .
That was late Friday morning on my way home from a week on the MV Hebrides on what was, if my memory serves me correctly, the best day of the week. Or at least the best day I’d seen, having spent quite a lot of it wrapped in the cloak of the Minch’s fog. Although the Hebrides managed to keep pretty much to timetable many of the west coast ferry routes were delayed and some cancelled. Though you’d have hardly believed it ‘on land’ where the temperatures got perilously close to twenty degrees Which, to be perfectly honest is just fine by me, fencing and tree felling are sweaty enough at eighteen degrees, never mind the thirty or so experienced down sowf.
For that was what was on for the afternoon, a fence realignment and some wood cutting to clear a path up behind the old Arnish net shed, something that I should have done twenty years ago.
It’s a bonny spot up there and it will make access to the rear of the croft much easier.
It will also help fuel the wood burner in the winter, one thing about birch, it burns lovely and grows like a weed up here.
I am not the only one who finds twenty degrees quite hot enough thank you, Ellie managed to find a nice wallow just over the burn from where we were working. I say ‘we’ because my son has returned from China and is in ‘help dad mode’, something that is very unusual in fourteen year old boys
After some ‘bonding’ in the work department with the Dude we went wandering the Arnish hill in the evening sun, unusually I forgot my camera and after a late dinner I ‘turned in’ early.
Now this is when it started to get messy, not initially though, no at first we all went south to collect beach stones for wifey’s garden and collect bottled gas from Simon at Raasay Engineering http://www.raasayengineering.co.uk/ .
Charlie the ‘daft wee dug’ seems to have a bit of a stone obsession though and wouldn’t part with any of the ones he collected
Pirates seem to have landed on Goat Island too in my time away from Raasay.
The rest of the day was spent under the Land Rover, moving caravans and collecting the odd ‘shroom.
These being the first chanterelle mushrooms that I’ve seen this year, though I suspect that is more to do with my lack of time at home than any lateness on their behalf.
The weekend then proceeded to go ‘pear shaped’ when friends from Bristol arrived for dinner with much wine. The day after was very ‘vacant’ indeed though eventually I did manage to help my son do some work Yup, he had much grass cutting to catch up on at Torran http://www.uniquescotland.com/raasayschool/index.html so I went along to give him a hand.
He than assisted me in the ‘pigeon slaying’ department
Well, with a far clearer head than twenty four hours previously I set off for work
and as you can see from this picture of Holloman house, we aren’t suffering a heat wave here
Give me a grey morning commute to work past Manitoba to a weekend in a hot city any day
Just over an hour later I caught my place of work arriving at Uig as she executed one of her ‘handbrake turns’
And twelve hours later we’re alongside Lochmaddy pier with Marine Harvest’s catamaran ‘Ailsa Craig’ ‘next door’.