I find it hard to believe that there is any more rain in the sky, the whole island seems like a waterlogged sponge leaking from every pore. The burns are in spate, the roads covered in piles of chippings washed off the road and the pigs look miserable. Not that it was like that ‘all’ day, when I first arose at an ungodly 5:30 it was quite dry, in fact, the drive home last night had been under a canopy of stars.
Completely ‘trashed’ by this clock altering carry on I was in bed before 20:00 last night, slept fitfully, and, as I intimated earlier was up at 5:30. There’s no point me trying to stay in bed so I get up and plonk away on here for an hour or so. After that, as the first hint of dawn arrives I head up to the new house and climb the wind turbine mast in the half light. Much to my surprise the old ‘cheapo chinky’ turbine was still intact and the wind was light enough for me to remove the tail, in the hope that this would take some of the strain off it. With a bit of luck I’ll get the blades off tomorrow morning before work.
Arriving at work half an hour early I managed to wash the ‘Old Girl’ for the first time in months before we all boarded the Hallaig to commence a day of drills and ‘black out recovery’. There are many systems that do not come back on when power is restored for safety reasons, you wouldn’t want certain motors to start on their own unattended for one. Also as induction motors can draw five times the normal current on ‘start up’ you wouldn’t want them all coming on at once anyway. It’s bad enough in your house if the fridge and a couple of freezers restart after a power cut, just imagine what it’s like on a ship with dozens of motors.
Anyway, all that went ‘swimmingly’ and we even got a visitor, perhaps the first four legged one for all I know Molly, who had been dumped in the Land Rover by wifey on her way to Portree, decided to join us for lunch, she must have smelt the macaroni She was fine for the first couple of steps up the gangway but a little hesitant past the halfway mark.
That was it really, George the last of Ferguson’s painters left
leaving us with a pristine pair of engine rooms, this being the forward one with it’s two Volvo D13 330kW generators.
And, just a watertight sliding door away
the aft engine room with it’s single one.
and the lovely workbench complete with pillar drill, bench grinder and welder
The ‘glocken’ ????
I’ve had some strange things through the post in my time and some items that have been a credit to the diligence of Royal Mail. I once received a Christmas card from Australia in less than two weeks from it being posted. Nothing unusual about that you may think, but all it said on the envelope was ‘Paul Camilli, small island off Scotland’ and that was years before the internet arrived here. Drink, I’ve had plenty sent to me, some from people I don’t even know. I once received some coffee from Holland from the girlfriend of an ex girlfriend (don’t ask) only to find a lump of dope in it !!!! I dumped it quick and spent the next month awaiting a visit from customs and excise I can laugh now but I was pure ‘bricking it’ for weeks.
This however, from Heinz in Pappenheim, Germany ‘takes the biscuit’ not sure if it’s an instrument of torture or some bells for the pigs.