Almost 22:00 now and it’s most definitely the ‘torch season’, come 21:00 you’re needing one to do anything outside, as I’ve just discovered when I went a looking for my camera. This will be the one I left out in the rain a few days ago and now has no functioning ‘on off’ switch. Never fear I’ve managed to fool it into booting up by pressing the gallery button then the shutter, followed by opening the SD card door to switch it off. I’ve yet to find a camera that is totally ‘Camilli proof’ but the Panasonic’s come pretty close, this Fuji has been repaired 3 times and breaks at the drop of a hat. The Panasonics can be dropped in mud, rained on, sprayed with hydraulic oil and run over by the quad and still carry on functioning.
The subcontractors are here
The old ‘bad back’ has had me working the Dude pretty hard at the weekends doing all the fetching and carrying for his ailing father. This weekend though I was going to have to get the subcontractor to help, as there was just too much to do.
First off, after feeding the hens was to reverse the Land Rover and large trailer into position between the open gateway of a fresh field. I’m going to be working away for a few weeks this winter and be it caravan or the Torran Schoolhouse it’s going to be tough on the wife. Consequently Rocky, Jamie Lee and Ellie are sold, we’ll still have five but they’ll all be gone by Christmas and we can think about a fresh herd in the spring. It’ll be really good to give the land a rest and we’ve bought some sheep that’ll take far less looking after.
The trailer is left hitched up ready to go on Monday and the herd can use it to sleep in until then.
This is far easier than messing about early in the morning trying get three reluctant pigs into an unfamiliar trailer.
By the time Monday comes around it will be their regular home,
it’ll have to be cos Lightning and the Dude screwed a pallet to their current one
Next to a lesson on how to refit a driveshaft to a Yamaha quad.
This being kind of essential for the next ‘backbreaking’ task which was to take 600lts of heating oil to the Old Schoolhouse at Torran http://www.uniquescotland.com/raasayschool/index.html . This would mean three trips along the track 200lts at a time.
It’s no wonder my back is a mess, I’ve been moving barrels like this on my own for thirty years, well I’m paying for it now!
It was rather busy on the half mile path from the road end to Torran, the spritely nonagenarian Jessie Nicolson still walking the path regularly to her old family home.
Then a traffic jam! three quads, two towing trailers meeting at one of the narrowest sections!! That took a little sorting out I can tell you
A work of art in the woodpile department courtesy of my son , almost as good as Willie Eyre’s at ‘The Cottages’
but not quite.
There was more but it’s 22:30 now and I’m just going to drink my valerian tea and go to bed. I dunno why but you can’t seem to get it in the UK anymore, well you can but it’s invariably been imported from the States or Europe. I’m going to try some to help me sleep, but this lot whiffs of sweaty socks despite tasting quite nice. You could even get it in the Raasay stores at one time but now none of the UK based outlets seem to have it. It’s where the val in Valium (now called Diazepam) comes from and when I’ve had it in the past I’ve had great sleeps and pleasant dreams. Well fingers crossed as we’ve a lot to do tomorrow.