Almost time for bed now, so little chance of finishing this tonight, still, I’ll make a start, it’ll be less to ‘make up’, sorry, remember tomorrow
Well, the ‘Bank Holiday Sunday’ was a pure peach, that’s for sure and i ad a truly awesome day pottering about with a small dry stone wall at the back of the house.
It’s been on the ‘to do’ list for a while to tidy this little corner up and on Sunday I made a start.
Nothing too serious and all at a very leisurely pace in the sunshine.
It has to be extended to the right of the last picture, hence the random stones on the end nearest the camera but I was well chuffed with the result. Took me most of the day right enough but it was a very ‘laid back’ and relaxing exercise. I was really struggling for flat stones for the top of it so My son and I took a run up to North Arnish to see what we could find there.
It was a bit of an epic but we came away with four nice flat slabs for the top from the abundant piles lying around the ruins there.
Like I say, still very much ‘work in progress’ but well pleased
Not stop whining
The beautiful day that was Sunday spilled over into the ‘Bank Holiday Monday’ and I was up at ‘stupid o clock’ preparing to go and visit me dad in Aultbea.
This will be Bambi eating our newly planted hedge at 6:00am, if she’s at it tomorrow she’ll have a severe case of lead poisoning The freezer has just about enough room in it for four quarters and some mince!! She got off with a click from the camera and a ‘shoo’ today
Anyways, after getting chauffeured down for the 7:55 sailing to Sconser by our son we headed to Aultbea some 100 miles away with ‘wee dug’ whining in the boot. Molly is not a good traveller but usually shuts up after about 3 hours, not today, she whined all the way to Aultbea and back, some 11 hours in total and I swear, it’s the last time or she’ll be joining Bambi!!
Oysters in the loch!
After an hour of her whining we pulled over at the head of Loch Ainort to let her out and give our ears a rest, much to my great surprise I found a huge pile of oysters washed up on the shore! Seen plenty of oysters at the ‘big ebbs’ of spring tides in my time but usually just the odd one or two and never enough to justify a meal.
Here there was more than enough, sadly they must have been washed up at the last lot of ‘springs’ a fortnight ago and where a little whiffy. Must add a visit here at LWS (low water springs) onto my ‘to do’ list.
The next stop was in Kyle and wasn’t planned, the MV Vectis Eagle http://www.marinetraffic.com/en/ais/details/ships/shipid:198521/mmsi:235089915/imo:9594286/vessel:VECTIS_EAGLE was discharging her cargo of wind turbine parts. Unfortunately we got caught behind three wind turnip blades heading for Glen Moriston, I think. Luckily we turned north at Auchtertyre a few miles west.
The hidden advantage of the ‘prat nav’
The next ‘whine stop’ was at the head of a very picturesque Loch Carron, with the added bonus of finding three nice flat stone for our wall
For a change, and in the hope of missing some of the traffic we took the unusual route to Kinlochewe via Kishorn and Shieldaig. Distance wise I don’t think there’s much in it, but it is all single track so generally slower. Well, it was deserted, which for sunny a ‘Bank Holiday Monday’ must be quite unusual.
I can only put this down to peoples lack of map reading in preference to using their ‘prat nav’. We noticed this years ago on our annual pilgrimage to Rockness, quite often we’d be one of only a handful of cars travelling the much quicker route up the south eastern shore of Loch Ness. The sheeple preferring the main road and chaos of Inverness. Same going to Belladrum, we always go the ‘back way’ via Drumnadrochit.
Whine stop three was by this little fresh water loch before Shieldaig which has a lovely stone boat shed on its shore. Not sure what that channel in the wall was for though, there’s a matching one on the opposite side.
Lovely old path down to it through the ancient Scots pine, covered in chanterelle mushrooms too but a little too like a dog walking area for picking them.
That was it really, my dad was on good form and after a couple of hours we left, once more taking the Shieldaig route, only this time it was grey and wet. Got back home at 20:00 and felt like throttling the ‘wee dug’!!!