Well, I’m in a ‘right pickle’, sat here as I am in the blazing sunshine just three miles from Sconser. Having spent a good deal of the working week plying the fog bound Minch as one of the lookouts on the MV Hebrides, I thought I’d seen the last of it. Whilst the rest of Britain has been ‘suffering’ a heat wave the west coast has been cool, damp, breezy and foggy. The constant standing on the bridge and associated tenseness brought about by hours of staring into the gloom had me resorting to the Tramadol for the first time in months yesterday. However a promise of good weather for the weekend with the chance of sunshine had me convinced that I’d seen the last of both fog and Tramadol for the foreseeable future. So when I was turfed out of my cabin to make way for extra crew aboard the ‘Heb’ I was pretty chuffed at having an extra night at home prior to my last day aboard.
Fat chance, that all went severely ‘pear shaped’ this morning as I headed south to catch the 7:55 to Sconser.
Whilst it was blue skies and sunshine on the hill at Glam, the valleys, troughs and sea were a think grey blanket of fog.
And I just knew that I wasn’t going anywhere for a while
From where I’m sat now watching a circling eagle
somewhere north of Sligachan you’d hardly believe it
but sure enough, as I type this the good ship Loch Striven is crawling back to Raasay with extra lookouts and a late bag of mail!
So where was I
Well, I think I left you with a picture of the ‘Ailsa Craig’ in Lochmaddy on Monday night, well here she is leaving the pier on Tuesday morning
and a couple of days later
the ‘clam dredger’ Siarach III arriving as we departed on Thursday morning.
I left the ‘Heb’ in the afternoon after a morning on the bridge, which once more started with thick fog but then turned into a ‘pure peach’ of an afternoon and evening.
This being the Bealach Ruadh or ‘red pass’ at Raasay’s northern end, the red Torridonian sandstone screes being what gives it it’s name.
A mile or further where the sandstone and conglomerates give way to the much older and harder Lewisain gneiss is the ruins of Brochel castle and ‘The Robbers port’ but I’m not sure which one it is on the picture
After a fine night at home with the family I headed to work and after sitting on the ferry for two hours I arrived at Sconser in a quandary. Not knowing what to do with myself for the next few hours, however an bit of ‘council lunacy’ soon had me sorted
As soon as I saw all the soil dumped on the rock armour in front of the beautiful new waiting room at Sconser I felt a ‘rant coming on’. First of all I thought it was the contractors being lazy and dumping spoil over the bonny ‘wall from Donegal’, something I found hard to believe being as they’d done such a fantastic job. It was the port assistant that enlightened me, the contractors had been told to dump soil there so that grass would grow!!!!! So lets get this straight, they spend a gazillion pounds on this wall then want grass to grow in front of it so you wont see it and for for dogs to shit on!!!!
Then I saw this
and all became clear, they are going to employ someone at Sconser to cut the grass, water the hanging baskets then collect their remains after the first gale. I despair, the world has gone mad!!!
There was more but my battery is about to die so I’ll just try and find a phone signal now to post this