Well, today I did catch the sunrise and what a peach it was, as my son said 10 years ago, “look dad the sky is on fire”.
It’s hard not to be inspired when your day starts like this
and inspired I was.
First off I began my daily routine of leading the five ‘wee boys’ off the croft and down the hill to where I’ve been feeding them near the old fish farm slip. After just three days the quintet of boars had it sussed and charged down the hill way ahead of me with foaming mouths and high pitched screams, they certainly are a vocal bunch.
A carpet of mist lying in the Arnish valley greeted me upon my return
and ‘mum in law’ was busy standing in for ‘the hen lady of Arnish’
Me, I turned my attention once more to the Yangzhou Shenzhou 200w 24v turbine that I’ve been tinkering with of late.
Today’s task being to fit the yaw bearings’ and mast top, then give it yet more coats of black Hammerite paint.
I’m on HOLIDAY
By now it was after 9:00am so I phoned up the office to find out what ship I’d be joining on Wednesday, and as I was not required on the Hallaig I decided to take a holiday Well, I’ve loads to take before the end of the year and the weather is lovely, so why not. Of course it wasn’t quite so straight forward because I was using a ‘smart phone’, which is so ‘smart’ that it’s actually useless as a phone. Now I’m a bit slow on the uptake of new technology and quite rightly so it would seem.
I’ve been with Vodafone from the year dot, since before my teenager was born and when I was a fisherman, where the phone was an essential tool at sea. I’ve had a dozen or so phones and can tell you to within a few inches where they do and don’t work. I’ve got roofs, trees, rocks that I climb and windows that I hang out of to get a signal. I am in short an expert on where you can use a Vodafone/dongle/ phone on Raasay, so when my son gave me his HTC Wildfire I was a little surprised that it was quite simply 5h1te at making and receiving calls. The first few weeks I put it down to weather, network problems and just bad luck, however it seems not, an OFCOM report says that ‘smart phones’ are actually pants at making phone calls!!! http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-2025260/Smartphones-worse-making-phone-calls-older-mobiles.html and it’s not just according to the Daily Fail. They are apparently that full of carp that there is no room for a decent antenna
Now call me old fashioned but I’d say that making phone calls is the prime function of a phone, that’s why it’s called a PHONE. It’s so bad that I’ve had to revert to using the trusty Nokia on my week off!!!!
Where it was impossible to make a call without ‘dropping out’ with the ‘Wildfire’ the Nokia was crystal clear with 3 bars of signal, that’ll be ‘progress’
Once I’d established that there were over fourteen days of ‘leisure’ time ahead of me I slowed down and started to make up some ‘busbars’ for the 24v system in Harry’s shed.
Simple ones made from aluminium bar and M5 stainless countersunk screws but buying something similar would have been about £30 and taken a week to get here. Sadly I got distracted and forgot to take pictures of the finished effort with fuse in place
I did however manage a shot or two of the little deflector that I’d fitted to Harry’s exhaust, it’s not really required as the exhaust slopes downwards thus ensuring any water runs out. However it’s ‘belt and braces’ and I may even angle it so that it points away from the house more if it makes a difference.
Not very often you see a yacht in Loch Arnish in the summer, let alone halfway through October, perhaps they’d come in to see all the porpoises that have been in there for the last week or two.
Probably as a result of all the fine weather of late and the October holidays it was very busy at the north end today. The ‘wee boys’ took advantage of it by lying in the sun and accosting tourists Here they are having a rest but I saw them on more than one occasion ‘making new friends’
By late afternoon the sun had baked all the rushes nicely and my son was finally out of bed so we cut some bedding.
With two sows due to farrow in November it seemed like a good idea to get as much cut as possible whilst the weather was good.
That was it really, the sun went down and cast a golden glow on ‘Ravenscliff’, though I’ve not seen or heard one on it for years, I don’t even know what the correct Gaelic name is for this hill above our house but it was once the home of Ravens. Now it’s the haunt of roaring stags and pesky pigeons, dunno what happened to the ravens.
just found this on Davey’s site http://www.flickr.com/photos/raasayweb/10273200904/ she’s VERY BIG