Absolutely fantastic today, right from the moment I stepped out of bed until I reluctantly came back inside around an hour ago. I’m just not going to be able to get all my ‘tasks’ finished before I return to work on Tuesday, still I can’t complain, I’m pretty chuffed with what I’ve achieved. My wind turbine base is now securely attached to Scotland, the hen run is complete bar one gate, there’s several tons of stone ready for the gable end and the hen shed is progressing well.
Sadly, it’s business for the hen shed that’ll drag me away from the croft for half the day tomorrow and I’m sorely miffed at having to leave so much unfinished business on what looks like yet another fine day. We’re going to look at, and possibly buy some ‘roll away nesting boxes’
Well, so much for Sunday’s effort, I started the above entry last night but fell asleep! This fine spell of weather, the lengthening days, ‘green shoots of recovery’ and ‘two weeks off’ have just about worn me out and I’ll be glad to get back to work. OK, perhaps not actually ‘glad’, for I’ve still a ‘million and one’ things I’d like to do, but I’ll certainly not be sad. Just a few trips to Skye and back on an old ‘loch class’ has made me realise how lucky we are to have the Hallaig. I certainly wouldn’t like to go back to the Striven or one of her sisters now.
Anyway, I’ll try and pick up where I left off on Easter Sunday, which will be hard with my memory but I do have some pictures to help.
Of course, it started as usual with the feeding, and you can see from the picture that Ellie (on the left) is filling out nicely, whilst not actually due until May I think we’ll bring her in on the croft shortly. The old homestead is at last drying out after the months of rain, but it’s still a little soft to put the pigs back on.
You can see Molly is sitting comfortably on the Quadzilla, the seat being its one redeeming feature. I don’t usually use this bit of ‘Chinese junk’ because it’s allergic to water, not mine and about as dependable as the Scottish weather. However, it hadn’t been used in a while and my son had half a ton of coal to take to Torran so I figured that this would be the best bet. The Quadzilla is much higher off the ground that both the Yamaha and Honda, so a 50kg bag of coal ‘fore and aft’ would balance it nicely and be far easier for the fourteen year old to tip them into the coal bunker.
My first major task was to ‘hen proof’ the 10’ gate into their run by fastening a piece of ‘security fence’ to it
First off I bolted some wood to the gate with M12 stud then made up a frame between the two strainers prior to chopping the old fence and fasting it to the gate with battens.
It was probably around this time that the good ship Hallaig was heading for the Skye bridge, having been relieved from her duties in Mallaig by the regular ship, MV Coruisk.
Just like three weeks ago when we were heading the other way https://lifeattheendoftheroad.wordpress.com/2014/04/03/just-a-lightweight/
The Hallaig must have arrived back on Raasay sometime during the afternoon and picked up the last Sunday sailing.
There’s the MV Loch Linnhe making her berth clear by waiting on the outside of the pier
and here she is ‘back home’ with the Linnhe heading for ‘Tob’.
Many thanks to Robert and the crew for those pictures.
The ‘silly season’
No sooner had the good ship Hallaig entered service than she was disrupted by ‘fecking halfwits’. The trouble with having a beautiful new ferry terminal and waiting room at Sconser is that it attracts numpties, normally of the kayaking variety that jam up the car park and slipway. Now if you happen to ‘paddle your own canoe’ type then forgive me for this rant, for I’m sure, that on the whole kayakers are responsible and courteous types that behave well. We just happen to get all the plonkers at Sconser that festoon the slipway with their carp and bare their arses for the customers. I know that you’re not all like that, anyway, yesterday it was the divers that took the ‘prat of the year award’ off the kayakers.
Now I can’t get too sanctimonious about this cos I’ve been a bit of a prick myself at times, but this takes the biscuit.
As the ferry arrived at Sconser yesterday it was greeted by waving arms and shouting from people on the shore, because there were divers in the water!!!!!!!! Now excuse me, this is a ferry terminal, with a huge sign on the car park informing ‘Joe Public’ what time the ferry comes and goes, so why on earth were divers in the water??? It gets better, for the underwater planks, who were towing a buoy, then approached the ferry and she had to shut one of her units down for fear of dragging the buffoons into the propeller.
Yup, all we need now is the ‘bin bag fairy worshippers’, these are the tools that leave their nappies and rubbish in laybys for the mythical ‘bin bag fairy’ to collect.
Of course, I knew nought of this until today, for I was busy making new gates for the ‘solar powered hen shed.
Well, one thing for sure, whatever the weather has been like, no one can complain about Easter, for it was, yet again gorgeous and we were up early to head for Staffin and some hen related kit.
With the trailer in tow we went to visit our old friends Dave and Sarah to collect some nesting boxes for the new shed.
These are the ‘roll away’ kind that should make the eggs cleaner and life easier for the ‘hen lady’ of Arnish.
We soon had them dismantled and loaded up whereupon we dashed back to catch the 11:25 ferry
via a slight detour to Harbro for more wood.
However, it’s past 22:00 now and I’m flagging, we made a gate, erected more decking, power washed and disinfected the nesting boxes,
plus filled up the oil tank and shot some pigeons but I need my bed.