Well, it’s been a busy old day here ‘at the end of road’ basically moving stuff ‘past the end of the road’ and onto the ‘Old Schoolhouse’ at Torran. This will be the new ‘end of the road HQ’ until Easter, we had planned to stay on in ‘number 3’ for a few more weeks but decided just to get on with it. The sooner we’re settled into our new home then the quicker life will return to some kind of normality. We’ve been ‘putting it off’ for far too long and decided the other day to get on with it. The forecast was good, the Dude off school and MiL still here to help. At this time of year we could easily be lumbered with two weeks of non stop rain and the full moon had given me a little zip
More like the Tramadol I’d taken yesterday had given me nightmares, made me sleep fitfully and had me up early ‘rattling’. Whatever it was I wasted no time in being annoyingly cheerful and rousing the troops.
Now to most folk this may well seem like an unconventional way of moving house, but by my standards of the last 30 years it’s pretty normal. My move to and from Scalpay in 1985 and 1989 made this look like a walk in the park. Just try disassembling an MFI wardrobe, carrying it down the beach to a pontoon, taking it over to Skye then carrying it up to a waiting Transit van. Or better still moving all your possessions about half a mile with a wheelbarrow.
I guess that by the standards of the last generations of Raasay’s north end we’re cheating, pre 1960’s it will have all been carried on someone’s back. OK, they may not have had a fridge, TV or computer but you can bet your ‘cotton socks’ that the sideboard weighed more than all our Ikea stuff put together. Our biggest challenge was lashing this stuff in such a way that we didn’t distort it.
And what’s more we did it without a hitch, took all day right enough but everything arrived safely and in one piece.
I like to think that this old chest that I ‘salvaged’ off the Raasay dump some 25 years ago belong to Charles MacLeod that lived in this very house.
It probably didn’t, but it is a lovely chest all the same
Making it feel like home
We got pretty much everything moved to Torran that we need and then set about making it feel like home, for a little while at least.
The various pigs, gremlins and of course ‘the fairy with the big jugs’ all made it safely to Torran
As did the DVD collection that I found in the caravan,
though I dunno where Harry Hill came from. I’ve not seen any of these since my sentence in ‘The Village’ https://lifeattheendoftheroad.wordpress.com/2012/09/25/meanwhile-in-the-village/ two years ago. Can’t wait to sit down in front of a roaring fire and watch Magnolia, Crash or Metropolis again.