Life at the end of the road

June 12, 2014

No high ratio :-)

Filed under: daily doings, Land Rover, wind turbine — Tags: , , , — lifeattheendoftheroad @ 5:24 am

Almost 5:00am, I tried posting last night but fell  asleep after hours of ‘trawling the net’ looking at LT230 transfer boxes! What’s that I hear you say, well it’s the oily and noisy bit under the ‘Old Girl’ that gives it four wheel drive and twice as many gears as Ford Escort. Driving to my parents on a sunny Tuesday morning I ground to a halt just a mile or so from the house. The selection lever had jumped out of high ratio and apart from a making an expensive grating noise it wouldn’t do anything when I tried to reengage it. Undeterred, suspecting a simple linkage fault and knowing that wifey’s Nissan was parked outside the shop ten miles away I continued in low. Of course this meant screaming along in fifth gear at 25mph in a vain attempt to catch the ferry and not having any tools I could do little in the way of repairs.

Abandoning her outside the shop I headed for the mainland an hour late in the Almera, which was a blow because I was taking the Landy to collect some stuff.


Of course there was no inkling of this as I left the croft and our pigs behind, here they are grubbing about together for the first time in weeks. We generally try and feed them separately (which can be interesting) but they are much happier in a group than alone, especially the piglets. Unlike sheep, pigs will quite happily allow another sows piglets to suckle.


Having no tools to look at the Land Rover and missing the 8:55 ferry gave the ‘wee dug’ and I time to wander around the old pier and battery.


Here’s Molly watching out for the ferry,


the cannon that was to protect the Raasay Narrows from Napoleon’s invasion Smile







The beautiful old stone dock that no longer seems to collect festering seaweed since the completion of the new harbour.

After catching the 9:55 and spending the day at my parents doing odd jobs and eating moussaka for lunch it was back home on the 16:15



where the ‘opposite shift’ were busy painting ventilation covers


and windlass’s, having missed the showers entirely. Me, I’d been soaked by one in Broadford whilst my son’s sports day had been cancelled in Portree.


Being full of shopping and having a doctors appointment on Wednesday morning I just headed straight home in wifey’s car leaving the Old Girl at the south end. Despite being convinced that my Land Rover required little more than adjustment to the linkage on the transfer gear lever I didn’t want to take the risk.

After the usual round of feeding on Wednesday morning I tootled south for a 9:00am appointment along with my tools to try and fix the Land Rover.


The Hallaig returning to Raasay.


The ‘wee dug’ finding ‘good sniffs’ outside our community shop


whilst I crawled under the Old Girl.


The old Raasay Mill cum Heritage Centre.


The Raasay clinic.


After my visit to the doctor, and having found nothing amiss underneath, I started to remove the rubber mats and stuff to gain access to the transfer lever mechanism. It did not look good, insomuch as everything seemed to be working and adjusted correctly Sad smile It was starting to look serious!

Nothing for it but to head home in low ratio at 25mph and investigate further


once I’d cleared a space in my workshop that is.

Having ascertained that all was well in the selection department I drained the oil from the transfer case,


Oh dear!!!! it’s not supposed to be full of metal. Only one thing for it but to remove the sump and have a look

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or at least try to, I had nine little helpers who seemed determined to get covered in oil and greaseSmile



Oh dear, oh dear, as soon as I had the sump off it became glaringly obvious what the issue was, there were no teeth on the high ratio selector dog. The large gear, top left is the low ratio gear, the bottom left smaller one the high ratio. Between them is the selector ‘dog clutch’ (it’s in the neutral position midway between the gears), above it you see the low ratio ‘teeth’ and bellow it shiny lumps where the high ratio teeth have been worn away. It is not good Sad smile

Rutland wind turbine yaw bearings

Having discovered the problem and made a few phone calls I turned my attention to replacing the yaw bearings in my old Rutland wind turbine.


There was a lot of play in them and the resulting ‘wobble’ had started to cause the slip rings to arc



or at least the top one. Luckily I still have loads of spare parts for this 25 year old machine and soon had it sorted.

June 9, 2014

The last leg

Filed under: boats, daily doings, How I, shed/house — Tags: , , , — lifeattheendoftheroad @ 9:01 pm

Monday already, and what a peach it’s been, come to think of it Sunday was pretty awesome too, though I can’t actually remember what I did. Actually, now I come to think of it I did ‘ordinary’ stuff in the main, you know the kind of Sunday that wouldn’t have been out of place in suburbia. A leisurely start by hacking up a steel mast with the 9” grinder round the back of the house. A tactic employed in the hope of awakening the sleeping teenager, not that it worked or ever has but it made me feel better. By the time that was cut up into manageable sections and hidden in the long grass for future archaeologists, the sun had burnt off the morning dew.

With nice dry grass it was time to deploy ‘plan B’ in the  Dude awakening strategy and break out the brush cutter on  the lawn followed by the ‘heavy armour’ of the lawn mower. Not that either worked, it was only the last resort of free range Arnish pork sausages that finally did the trick. However by  this time it was well after midday and boodly roasting, the boy had probably been driven out of his bed by the heat.

Water in the fuel

Our plan had been to head over to the ‘Old Schoolhouse’ at Torran where he would cut the grass and I would check out the renewable energy system there. That went pear shaped when I met my mate on the track, who was just about to go out in his boat to set some creels. However, there was a little job that needed doing first, and that was to tow my own wee Pioner 10 to the old fish farm slip. This trusty plastic craft was my tender for the MFV Conqueror and has been dragged up and down more shores than I’ve had hot dinners. It must be almost twenty years old now and had finally had ‘its arse worn out’ and was letting in water.



It’s a fantastic little boat for dodging about the caves, coves and beaches on a good day, virtually indestructible and easily managed up and down any shore from fine sand to huge round boulders. However my mates Pioner Maxi  was going to Caley Marina for repairs and he’d kindly offered to take mine along too.

Unfortunately, just a few yards out from the shore the 15HP Yamaha on my mates Maxi started spluttering with the unmistakeable symptoms of fuel starvation. The normal culprit being a closed fuel tank vent or trapped fuel line, both checked out OK so it was either dirt or water. Either way we weren’t going anywhere in this boat without using the oars, and that would be pulling the white boat too.

Now water in fuel is the bane of every mariners life and if not dealt with thoroughly can create more problems weeks, months or even years ‘down the line’. Sure you can just empty the fuel out of the tank then drain the filter and carburettor to effect a seemingly good repair. However it’s impossible to get all of the fuel out of most tanks and chances are that water will soon start making rust in the tank or aluminium oxide in your carburettor. Assuming you are petrol that is, if your engine is diesel then the situation is far far worse, for apart from the obvious mechanical problems of rusty pumps and injectors, there is the dreaded ‘diesel bug’.

Now I thought the ‘diesel bug’ was an urban myth like ‘WD40 is made from fish oil’ or ‘if you turn a beer can upside down and tap it on the bottom three times it wont froth up’. No, the ‘diesel bug’ is a bacteria that thrives at the interface of fuel and water in your tank and it really can make a fearful mess of your engine.

Here’s a picture form a tank I had on the croft that got water in it

For many years I thought ‘diesel bug’ was a myth, it wasn’t until I got it in my generator tank several years ago that I discovered how real and serious it is. Diesel bug is a bacteria that lives at the interface of water and diesel, It’s very corrosive, looks like frog spawn and will ruin your pump and injectors if left unchecked. I acquired mine when the tanker driver filled up my tank and forgot to replace the lid, I never noticed for a day or so and water got in. It took about a year for it to wreck the injectors on ‘Twinny’ my 7kw Lister and I had to empty and clean out the tank with a power washer and then hoover.

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This is what a bad case of diesel bug looks like, There was still about 100lts of good looking fuel above that mess, but of course you would not see that gunk until it was into you filters or engine. It took me all afternoon to clean out this mess and get it into an empty barrel. You can get a ‘biocide’ that kills it, we put some stuff in the ferry twice a year as a precaution ‘kathon’ it’s called but I’m not sure what happens to the mess once its killed the bug, perhaps it’s only good at stopping the bug from forming.

So we emptied the fuel tank into a container then I sent my mate up to my workshop to hoover out all the dregs whilst I cleared the rest of the system.


You can see from the picture that already there is rust in the tank, though I’d bet that was from a steel jerry can. Steel cans and fuel tanks are a waste of time in small boats with outboard motors, give me plastic every time.

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Once the clean fuel is in the tank and you’ve emptied all the fuel lines then pump fresh fuel into a clean container and ensure all the water is out. You will already have cleaned out the filter but the next thing to do is to clean out the fuel pump and carburettor. Now unless you’re ashore in a workshop I recommend NOT stripping them down. The last thing you need is a lost screw or broken gasket, what I do is loosen all the fuel pump screws then just pump the fresh fuel through it, once that’s done do the same with the carb, just loosen the drain plug and pump fuel through that. If you take the screw out and drop it in the sea your screwed, they’re invariably brass so none magnetic and a fine metric thread that you’ll not get ‘off the shelf’ anywhere.

Do it this way and you’ll not ruin your day or the rest of the season’s fishing, leave the carb and fuel pump well alone until it’s time to winterize your engine.


Sure enough an hour or so later we were ‘back to sea’


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and had the white Pioner safely ashore at the old fish farm slip.

Not like any lamb you’ve tasted

To celebrate the successful day I offered to make dinner for my mate, knowing that he’d turn up with at least two bottles of very fine wine Smile My mate has an excellent nose for red Smile I’d already dug deep into the freezer on Friday night and turned up ‘the last leg’ of our Soay sheep and decided to bung it in the oven.  Now roasting lamb is not something that I do very often so I did a quick ‘Google’ and came up with this



It was pure divine and we had it with roast spuds,courgettes and mushrooms. If you ever get chance to try some Soay lamb then do so, it’s not like any sheep you’ve ever tasted.


Up early, fresh as a daisy despite the rich food and wine I took my son to school on a fine June morning and we came ‘face to face’ with this beauty who’s antlers were still forming. That is going to be a magnificent looking stag in a few weeks and just look at his coat.



After dropping off ‘the boy’ on the Hallaig I went to meet my mate and load up the Pioner’s


ready for their trip to Caley. A fine breakfast and coffee for us both followed, after which he went fishing and I cutting, rushes that is.

It was a belter of a day, too hot for the midge or overalls and I spent the majority of the day with Ellie and her wains. Whilst I was  cutting rushes, changing bedding and levelling the track into the turbine field they were resting, eating and playing in no particular order.


Ellie has three wallows of varying ‘muddiness’ in this field and she spent time in all of them, but this one is by far her favourite.



I’m guessing it’s because her wains cannot get anywhere near her teats Smile They were hilarious, feeding every hour then having a wee sleep in the sun before charging around lifting all the rushes I’d cut. They’d get really close to me from behind, then as soon as I stopped cutting and turned around they belt off at warp speed.


The ‘wee dug’ on the other hand just lazed in the sun all day.


Feeding from a muddy pig Smile

Tondu Pro 851 brushcutter

There can be few things in my life, nay in anyone’s life as reliable as my Tondu Pro 851 brushcutter. I got it second hand some thirty years ago and it has possibly been worked harder than any other on the planet. Seriously this amazing bit of kit gets used all year round, it must have cut literally tons of rushes and twenty five years ago I used to make hay with it.



The quad it’s resting on is probably the least reliable thing on the planet Smile Seriously though this two stroke has had nothing more than fuel, oil and spark plugs in twenty five years. I think I put an ignition coil and some clutch shoes on it in 1989 when I’d had it four years!!



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Here’s a couple of ancient tree stumps in the field, probably from the last ice age?



The next project is a dust bath for the hens,


but, made from an old fish tub and feed bags, it’s still very much ‘work in progress’

Well, I dunno how this one escaped me,


yesterday you had ‘Calum’s road’ in Hooky’s 20 ton truck now you have it in a 1965 Porsche, in German Smile

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