Life at the end of the road

August 31, 2017

Driven in :-(

Filed under: boats, daily doings — Tags: , , — lifeattheendoftheroad @ 6:47 am

Just after 20:00 now and I’m reluctantly sat behind my laptop plinking away on here, it’s a beautiful evening with the sun setting over Skye


but the dreaded midge got the better of me. I had been out in my shorts but gave up on those around 7:30 whereupon I came inside to don overalls, buff, hat and Smidge in an attempt to finish what I’d started but and extra ten minutes was all I could handle. The wind fallen away to nothing, the ground was damp and the air warm, the ‘wee devils’ were loving it (and me) so I gave up.


The day got off to a fine start with yet another cruise liner heading for Portree.

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This time it was Windstar cruises MS Star Pride

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one of a trio of identical ships built for Seabourne Cruises around 1988


That’s her in Portree as I headed south to do a few errands and get some messages from the south end of the island. I’m that used to using the word ‘messages’ now that forget most folk reading this won’t have clue what I’m on about so I’ll enlighten you Smile

Also gave my wee pal Bonzo a walk whilst I was down in Inverarish, he was very glad to meet me, if not a little confused why I’d come during my ‘off weeks’. Dogs know these things Smile I also took the opportunity to go and look for some ‘shrooms down there, I was a few days too late.

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The truly massive ceps were all waterlogged and eaten,


Though I did manage to pick up one hedgehog and a couple of lovely chanterelles which I fried in butter with a duck egg, awesome.

By the time I got back home it was around 14:00 and time to break out the cement mixer and pour a couple of tons of concrete.

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That went really well, until the ‘wee dug’ tried to help!

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Head hung in shame but that didn’t stop her doing it again!


just as we finished!


Wednesday morning was kinda showery and filled with rainbows, most of which I failed to capture cos they were so frequent and I had to keep my camera out of the rain.

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The centre one was particularly spectacular with the ‘pot of gold’ slap bang on Grian a Sgier to the west of Fladda. From the extra elevation of the hen shed above the house it was far sharper and the islets much more visible. However, by the time I got the camera it was all over.

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The Portree fishing boat Mhari Bhan lifting creels in the loch, shed be after prawn here but it looks like she’s a few fleets around the shore for lobster too.

A proper clam diving bag

With my recent foray back into diving I figured it was about time I made me a proper bag, though it’s a more lightweight affair than what I used to use.

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Some old trawl net off the shore is stitched up into a bag shape then  length of heavy rubber hose threaded through the top. A piece of 20mm MDPE water pipe (I used yellow gas pipe cos it’s what I had) is then used to join it with a couple of stainless steel screws to prevent it parting. The purpose of this is to allow you top drop the clams in easily. It really does make a difference to how quickly you can fill the bag, a draw string around the top and a 5lt container as a float finish it off. The float has a hole cut in the top so you can fill it from your demand valve as you add clams to the bag. A proper commercial one would use heavier mesh, be bigger and have a larger float cos you’d be getting more and doing three dives a day dragging this thing along the sea bed. My old ones would hold around 120 scallops, some 30 plus kg and I’d use a 10lt float.

Flag stones and chuckies

The afternoon was spent visiting Sconser Quarry

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where Yogi loaded me with 2 tons of 20mm chips for around the house. That’ll be his fine old Foden truck on the left.



  1. I first came across the word “messages” working with a Geordie chap in the 1980s – it’s not just Scots. Since then I’d assumed that it came from the same source as “mess” – as in where you cook/eat on a ship or barracks, i.e., messages are supplies for the mess. That seems more plausible to me than messenger bags and the like but it’s just a guess.

    Comment by Ed Davies — August 31, 2017 @ 8:06 pm

    • Yup that makes sense to me Ed.

      Comment by lifeattheendoftheroad — August 31, 2017 @ 8:41 pm

      • And I thought it came from the shopping list – the message – that the wee lad would take to the shop for his mother. Who knows 🙂

        Comment by San — September 1, 2017 @ 6:53 am

  2. Messages was one that confused me on my first day in kishorn along with ‘Piece’ I couldnt understand why someone would ask if I had a piece with out say what it was that i was meant to have a piece of!!!

    Comment by artimaginguk — August 31, 2017 @ 8:49 pm

    • Yup, me too Alistair,

      Comment by lifeattheendoftheroad — August 31, 2017 @ 8:58 pm

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