Now the title of this post eludes to the weather and nothing else, honest, but suffice to say that I’ll be glad to see the back of both Mallaig and the Hallaig for a couple of weeks Sat here in the old Thomson with a glass of, (well I say ‘glass’ but it’s actually a beaker) of http://crossmanscider.co.uk/ Crossman’s fine cider and a bowl of fresh salad I feel quite chilled, but I just can’t wait to get home. The windows are all steamed up from cooking some lovely haddock fish cakes, the rain is pelting down outside and I’ll be home tomorrow in my own bed.
I can’t say that I’ve not enjoyed my spell at ‘Mallaig on the Hallaig’ but I’ve had enough of it now and want to get home, this route is completely different from our own. Raasay, being a ‘lifeline’ route is very much a service of commuting and commerce, this is very much a ‘campervan and coaches’ service. Not that there is anything wrong with that, just that it’s different, I’ve only been here a week and seen enough coaches to last me a lifetime, yet not lashed down a single commercial vehicle, in fact I’ve not seen a single lorry or tanker on the ferry.
We have however had plenty of these, usually accompanied by middle aged men escaping from their wives and the office When I was a lad you rode a motorbike cos you couldn’t afford a car, now now ride one when your 50 because you can finally afford the insurance
The other thing that’s been gracing our huge deck is the coaches full of Germans and Americans doing their grand European tour, again ‘nothing wrong with that’ and I quite enjoy the craic but you just don’t get coaches on Raasay.
There’s also been quite a few ‘old acquaintances’ passing through this way Cheers for the cider matey.
Of course, whatever the route, the routine maintenance has to be done and Sunday had me servicing number one generator.
A fine 330kw Volvo D13 with Stamford generator that resides in the forward engine room.
This was taken on Saturday at a great distance but I think its a French warship ballasted down by the stern and taking two landing craft in from her flooded stern. Pretty sure I saw her on the Clyde last year but I can’t for the life in me remember her name.
The last sailing from Armadale on Sunday was, I think, our busiest with 21 cars and a caravan, one of them being a Maserati quattroporte http://www.maserati.com/maserati/en/en/index/models/quattroporte/quattroporte-gts.html which is basically Italian for ‘posh car with four doors’.
I’m not really into the car thing but you have to admit the Italian’s do know how to make them and it did sound divine as it ‘purred’ off the linkspan at Mallaig.
Loch Nevis in between the showers
The ship MV Loch Nevis from my caravan window in the pishing rain Now, I’m off to bed before I’m tempted to pour another glass of cider or eat anymore trifle.