Well, that’s a whole week without posting, in fact it’s more or less a whole week without being online other than to check emails and the bank balance or should I say lack of it Truth is, with 58 just days away I’m plain worn out by the time I get home, fed and cleaned up, especially after such a busy week at work.
So once more I find myself in the Hallaig’s luxurious mess room plonking away on my laptop trying to remember where the week went. A seven day blur of lovely weather having just been wiped clean by a shower of rain, the first during the day for quite a while. Sure enough there’s been a few spots during the night ensuring that the hydro turbine keeps spinning but on the whole it’s been lovely and yours truly has been going a little berserk with the paint roller. The MV Hallaig may have only been in service six months but Ferguson’s paintwork leaves much to be desired and we’ll not be seeing the dry dock until next year. Consequently I decided to make a start on repainting the ship!!! a bit ambitious to say the least but it’s far easier to do before the rust gets a grip of the steel work that after. Despite much of Hallaig being aluminium there’s an awful lot of brown streaks about her that a splash of paint will ‘nip in the bud’ if caught early enough.
May is here at last
Anyway, having just showered with the EDG, emergency diesel generator’s 5 litres purring beneath my feet
and feeling suitably refreshed, I’ll begin, or at least try to.
Sunday last had me doing all the feeding prior to heading down to Hallaig for the ‘shortest day’ and what a day it was too.
A couple of fresh lambs at ‘the flat bit that has something to do with the men of Oscaig’, the Gaelic name of which I can never remember.
At Glam, a lapwing, though only one of a few, their numbers having dwindled these last couple of years, perhaps because of the abundance of crows. I just don’t know why, but it’s the same with the rabbits, there seem to be precious few of them lately.
Glamaig from a peaceful Oscaig ten minutes later,
and some white snow on the Black Cullin a few minutes later.
It may be the shortest day in terms of hours but there was plenty to do, a pressure sensor on a pump being the first task then an inspection of the ‘aft peak’. This ‘enclosed space’ had proved to have a little water in it when ‘sounded’ so we had to investigate the cause, which is far more than just a simple matter of removing the manhole covers and having a look inside. Being a non ventilated and enclosed compartment can mean that all manner of noxious gases can build up or there can just be too little oxygen in it. Many is the mariner and shipyard worker that has died entering such a space and many is the workmate that has died going to get him.
Even though we weren’t actually going inside a ‘risk assessment’ had to be done a ‘permit to work obtained’, the space ventilated and oxygen level tested. As it turned out there was very little water inside, we sucked it out with ‘Charlie’ and the leak appeared to be through the manhole gasket itself so it was easily sorted.
Monday arrived with an ethereal bank of mist over Torran
and the sun trying very hard to ‘burn it off’ at Brochel
and by the time I reached Holoman island it had almost done its work.
I was a little early for work so decided to have a look around the old ruin at Holoman with the ‘wee dug’, for some reason I just could get her to stay at home.
How on earth did the lift those stones up there??
and where did that one square piece of sedimentary sandstone come from amongst all that igneous granophyre
Finally I arrived at work to find this wee yacht peacefully at anchor off the Arduish which is ablaze with gorse.
I’ve no idea what I did at work but I left it behind with this awesome covering over Glamaig!
This fine chap I spotted on the croft just as I landed at home, his fresh antlers already growing rapidly.
Tuesday with its large tide saw the council over pressure washing the slip at lunchtime, whilst I had a wander along the shore looking for ‘spoots’, not that I found any, or should I say caught any. I found plenty of evidence but my spoot digging is a little rusty to say the least.
I did see this rock pipit though on the rock armour of the car park, I like to think its the one that followed us over from Suisnish when the new harbour opened.
Gosh, is that really four years ago!!!
I really didn’t think I’d be doing this so early in our ships life
but I made a start on Tuesday on an epic painting session that would see me deplete our entire stock of white gloss!!
I tell you what though,
I am severely ‘chuffed’ with the result
Well, that’s about it really on the work front, though the ‘silly season’ is in full swing now, apart from the divers two weeks ago who tried to mince themselves up in our propellers, there was this last night.
Now that may not look as spectacularly stupid as swimming under a berthing ferry but I assure you it is.
Update on this mornings shout:
Kyle lifeboat launched at 1:50am at the request of Stornoway Coastguard after a rigid inflatable boat, which had 5 persons on board, became trapped inside one of the Lochalsh fish farm cages. The vessel had jumped the perimeter fence and landed in the middle of the cage injuring one of the casualties on board.
When Kyle lifeboat arrived on scene at 1:55am, the rib was entangled in the nets. The crew managed to get the RIB to the outer fence and could then assess the condition of the casualties on board.
The crew then transferred all 5 people onto the lifeboat and transported them to an awaiting ambulance in Kyle at 3:05am.
Kyle lifeboat then returned to the station and was ready for service at 3:15am.
From Kyle inshore lifeboat’s Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/KyleLifeboat?fref=nf
After midnight and some dude was going so fast in his RIB that he ‘jumped’ a fish cage and landed inside it !!!
Anyway, it’s almost 21:00 now and time I was actually doing some work so I’ll leave you with the FPV Minna
the NLB Pole Star
a submarine in the Inner Sound
some RIB’s on the visitor moorings (hope they’ve seen the fish cages )
and a hind at our new house.