Way too long a day for posting last night so I’ll make an effort during my lunch break here on the good ship Hallaig. A pot of soup bubbling away on the stove and me sitting down in the quiet warmth and luxury of the mess room. Tuesday was an early start at ‘past the end of the road’ and for the first time since arriving at Torran Schoolhouse I couldn’t here wind, rain or both on the bedroom window. You’re talking of needing a good hour to get to the ferry from Torran really, sure you could probably do it in half that but you never know what’s in store.
Snow for instance, if it’s lying at sea level in Loch Arnish you can bet it’s a foot deep at Glam! Then there are the fallen trees, cows on the road and punctures, all of which have happened more than once on the journey from north to south.
Monday it was the snow that impeded progress and even the Land Rover slid into the verge of the unploughed or gritted road to Arnish. We did make it to the ferry on time though and my son ended his two day unscheduled leave from school and headed for his physics prelim.
Me, I set off for the mainland and my parents house where I was surprised to see a blaze of gorse at Dornie, sure you get a few out at this time of year. Indeed for much of the winter they are a most welcome splash of colour on the sombre hill, but this was a true riot of yellow. OK, I know it looks a bit drab but it was a pretty carpy day with frequent showers of the ‘white stuff’.
I arrived just in time to meet my father and one of the excellent carers that looks after him for the day at Dornie. I dunno what it’s like in the toon but the Alzheimer’s and Dementia sufferers in Skye and Lochalsh get well looked after. I know my dear mum would really struggle without them.
Definitely the right vehicle for the job, wifey phoned me to tell me Phoebe had slid into the verge at the same place as the ‘Old Girl’. However she’d failed to make it up the hill at Brochel so wifey turned her around and headed back home, even then she had to leave her at Tarbert and walk over a mile to Torran. Me I phoned up the Highland Council and complained nicely, It’s quite simple really, if the road is not gritted and ploughed we can’t get to work. If I don’t get to work the ferry doesn’t run and today Raasay has no mail because my wife could not get to work!
Anyway, after chopping a few logs, taking the dog for a walk and changing the water filter headed back to Sconser for the 15:00 sailing to Raasay and two weeks work.
Once the ferry was tied up for the night I headed home down a freshly ploughed and gritted road and was pleased to find Phoebe parked in her usual spot ‘at the end of the road’. The lights were also still blazing and the new house when I went up to collect the quad.
Despite being well after 20:00, Lachie and Donald were still hard at it putting up the framing for the interior partitioning.
After that I turned my attention to the power supply for ‘number 3’ and was pleased to see that the Proven 2.5kW wind turbine was belting out its full rated output and more.
I saw it pass 50 amps several times whilst I was in the shed checking on the batteries and inverter. This must be due to the new springs I fitted after the last storm a month ago exactly. I guess at nine years old they were getting a little weak and I’d never noticed the performance gradually decrease, I’ve never seen it over 40 amps for quite a while.
By the time I finally reached The Old Schoolhouse it was heading for 21:00 and I was knackered. Still after a good sleep I arose the wrong side of 6:00am and headed for work, finding the snow plough heading for Arnish as I went south.
The day was not always like this!!