Well that was the last day of summer by with, and what a day, not in the weather department but in the ‘to do list’ stakes. Actually the weather weren’t all that bad either come to think of it, the odd shower right enough but a good hash of west wind to fill the wind turbine blades and keep the midge at bay. I’ve surpassed myself today, and to be honest I think it’s due to not having any internet, or at least anything worth using.
Getting up early, as I often do, I made use of it this morning, whereas normally I’d be plonking away on here massaging my ego by checking out the ‘blog stats’ and talking carp on various internet forums. Spared as I was the glowing screen and incessant tapping of keys this morning I went out early to catch breakfast and check the mink trap.
Armed with shotgun, fresh bait and a bag for collecting mushrooms I set off west about 6:30 just as the sun was rising above ‘Calum’s house’. The shotgun was ‘just in case’ the bait for the mink trap and the bag for mushrooms, chances of seeing a rabbit are slim, but it’s been an exceptional year for mushrooms so at least I’d not starve.
I wasn’t even off the croft before I’d spotted half a dozen hinds and a couple of calves enjoying the morning sun, but they were not on today’s menu and I struck off into the woods to fill my bag with chanterelles.
Right in the thick of the enchanted birch wood amidst the odd rowan lies this ancient hazel tree, blown over a generation or so ago it’s grown along the ground and now has three vertical trunks.
From a clearing in the wood I got a good view of a sunny Manish point before striking westwards once more and heading for the shore.
Just shy of the high water mark, a few meters to the south of Port Arnish I came across one of the many strange little ruins that are scattered all over the north end. An hen house perhaps, a store, a shelter, who knows but there are plenty of them in the old birch wood.
Plenty of these too that thrive on dead birch stumps but for the life in me I cannot remember their name, just that they’re not edible, though I don’t think they are actually poisonous. Having said that the verges are full of death caps this year, a mushroom that can make you ill by just handling it and ingestion is fatal
Moving Mister Lister
The mink trap was undisturbed this morning when I finally arrived at the rocks near the Port Arnish shed, yesterday it had ‘sprung’ but was empty, so I changed the bait and moved it. This morning I left it be and turned tail with my bag of mushrooms and headed for breakfast, a simple affair of homemade bread, home laid egg and chanterelles fried in butter.
It must have set me up for the day, for after feeding everyone I hatched a plan. Moving around one ton of heavy duty Lister HR2 generator is not a task to be taken lightly, I’ve moved plenty of ST2’s, SR2’s, Rayburn’s and fishing boats using jacks, rollers, leavers and pulley’s. However, whilst getting Harry the HR2 into the trailer was easy enough, I was a little perplexed at how I was going to get him out. Access to his custom built shed isn’t great, involving a long reverse then a trick 90 degree turn, though in all honesty I’d always planned on coercing Lachie or ‘GDD’ to put it in with either a digger or telehandler.
The problem would be how to drag it out of the trailer and through the 4’ wide doorway without doing irreparable damage to my concrete floor and back.
Well I decided to bolt a bracket with a ring in it to the concrete floor and just for good measure I fastened it to a piece of wood that I secured to my serious battery shelf.
Then after a 200m reverse I pulled it out of the trailer using a 400kg ‘Tirfor’ winch,
carefully marking the floor first and drilling it to take two 10mm ‘Rawlbolts’, it had four before but to be honest that rubber mounted skid isn’t going anywhere once the exhaust is mounted.
Mounting the exhaust in such a manner as to not shake the shed to bits took longer than actually unbolting and moving the generator. It’s still ‘work in progress’ as I need more pipe and brackets but I think we’re on the right track. It would have been far easier to take the exhaust out next to the front door but I’m wanting it to face away from the house for the sake of ‘peace and quiet’, though with any luck old Harry won’t actually be needed much.
As for yesterday, when I left you on the car park, well that was a rush into Portree for feed
after having spent the morning power washing Harry and repairing fluorescent light fittings then giving them a good painting for to go in the new shed
This Castlebay registered clam dredger was busy scraping away all day in the Raasay Narrows.
Portree seems to have a new fishing boat, unless it’s just passing through, a Tarbert registered Cheetah catamaran with two large four stroke Honda outboards on the back. http://www.trawlerphotos.co.uk/gallery/showphoto.php?photo=73168 Pride N Joy at her home port
in May 2008, photo from the above link.
That’s it really, it’s almost 23:30 and if I waited until midnight I’d actually be able to post this as my internet should start to work again then. However my eyes are heavy and I need to think about what I’m going to do tomorrow
Well that’s it 6:00am on the first day of autumn, “rabbits, rabbits, rabbits”