Life at the end of the road

June 10, 2018

Rum in the sun :-)

Filed under: daily doings — Tags: , — lifeattheendoftheroad @ 12:32 pm

Hmmmmmmmm, perhaps I should just change that to ‘Rum in the rain’ Smile for it’s just started lashing down here at Eden Not that that is likely to put a damper on things, we are just ‘chillin’ in the caravan anyway and it will perhaps ‘clear the air’ cos it’s been roasting here. We had a pure mad thunderstorm and downpour yesterday too but that soon passed by and an hour or two later you’d never have known any different.


So, it’s ‘day three’ now at this cracking ‘wee festie’ in the Borders and it will certainly be on our ‘to do’ list for next year. To be honest, we only came here cos we couldnae get tickets for our usual venue of choice Belladrum, which seems to sell out earlier each year. We love Belladrum cos it’s friendly, safe and almost on our doorstep but Eden has the same qualities with only a fraction of the capacity at 3000 per day as opposed to Bella’s 16.5K. This not only means that there’s less queueing at the toilets but it also means you can actually use the phone and Internet.


Feck me, it’s really pishing down now!!!!! Still, XC says it’s gonna clear up and the sky would tend to support that premise so we aint worried.

Highlights so far

The only downside I can see to this is the epic drive sowf, at the best part of 300miles it’s a lot more of an effort to get here than Bella, specially if like us you have Bruce directing you Smile Bruce being our Australian ‘pratnav’ guide. My old Tom Tom pratnav died recently so I got me Tom Tom’s latest equivalent (read that as cheapest option). Now the old one had a nice sensible guy ordering us about called Sean but we opted for the Antipodean in this one and called him Bruce, well you would wouldn’t you! Now I gotta say that Bruce is hilarious and straight to the point, like any Foster drinking ‘Ozzie’ he don’t mince his words. You set Bruce for Girvan and once you arrive he says, ‘park up’ wind up the windows and head down to the beach Smile I kid you not.

Anyways, having spent the night at Girvan at MiL’s wee hoose on Wednesday we set Bruce to take us to Eden on Thursday. Big mistake, we should have just looked at a map and ignored the Tom Tom version of Crocodile Dundee. I mean it wasn’t actually Bruce’s fault, I set him at Girvan and he told me that it was 75miles to Eden and a couple of hours later we still had 70 miles to drive Smile You could not make it up really, we got to a place called Daily only to be sent on a diversion due to a scheduled road closure. Trouble was that that route took us via an unscheduled road closure at Newton Stewart and Bruce got totally confused, sending us down a single track dead end road then having the cheek to tell us to “sack the back seat drivers”. Honestly, you couldn’t make it up Smile 

In the end ‘darling wife’ stopped at a shop in Straiton and got directions, so much for technology Smile It may have been a bit longwinded getting here but the roads were deserted and the tour around this beautiful part of Scotland’s borders awesome.

The arrival at the festival site was drama free and we were soon ensconced on a nice well drained  pitch by helpful staff.

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And it wasn’t long until we were all in the ‘festival spirit’ Smile

Thursday’s highlight without a doubt being the one and only Peatbog Faeries who delivered a ‘banging set’ that would have put the hardest of techno DJ’s to shame.

Sadly I have no actual evidence of this on account of my lack of camera or phone Sad smile I do have me iPad here but it’s a ‘little on the large size’ for sticking down me trousers Smile


Sure, we have our own we solar powered power station in the boot of the Subaru complete with Victron 300W inverter, 80W solar panel and redundant UPS batteries but me SD car reader is feckered and my phone US Sad smile

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June 5, 2018

The ‘Red Caves’

Filed under: animals, Avon Searider, daily doings, pigs — Tags: , , , , — lifeattheendoftheroad @ 9:41 pm

Well, that’s it, the boat is out the water and the caravan packed, we’re off to Eden tomorrow and it’s a bit of a trek Sad smile Rockness is no more, Belladrum caravan tickets sold out in February and my camping days are long gone Smile Never been to this ‘boutique’ festival in the Borders before but know plenty of folk who have and it gets great reviews. Didn’t realize it was a four day event right enough and I dunno if an old codger in his sixties can last that long Smile Still, I’ll give it a shot and who knows, perhaps I’ll even get my nails painted again Smile


Sure it’s gonna be awesome with the likes of the Peatbog Faeries

and Shooglenifty

doing the banging ‘Acid house Celtic croft rock’ thing and Groove Armada

heading up a headline DJ slot.

Sure it would have been nice to be taking a newly refurbished ‘Old Girl’ but she’s in the middle of major surgery just now so it’ll be Wifey’s Subaru pulling the caravan 330 miles to Moffatt via Girvan.


A long day

First task of the day was to get the boat out of the water, it’ll be at least three weeks before it’s used again and whilst the mooring is perfectly safe I don’t want to antifoul the Searider’s hull so there’s no point having it in the water gathering barnacles and weed.

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That’ll be my son trying out our ‘tender’ last night and the ‘wee dug’ trying on her lifejacket, she was not impressed. In fact she refused ‘point blank’ to move from the spot, probably not a bad thing really, perhaps she’ll no run about the boat like a wee dafty Smile

Anyway, whilst my son had a great paddle around Loch Arnish last night


I opted just to put on me dry suit and just swim out to the boat this morning.

After a few ‘start up checks’ it was off south at an economical 3500RPM and just short of 20knots, stopping only once to have a look around the ‘Red Caves’.


Directly east of Portree on Raasay’s western shore and carved into the ancient pink and white gneiss are a series of sea caves and arches known by fishermen as the ‘Red Caves’. It’ll be know as something completely different here on Raasay but that’s the way of it. Few locals on Raasay will refer to Kyle Rona, that narrow tidal race between Rona and Raasay as the ‘Blind Sound’ but that’s what all the trawler men and creel fishermen call it. Same with the cliffs on Raasay’s eastern shore south of Brochel, I think referred to locally as Cathedral rock or its Gaelic equivalent. Me, I call it the ‘White Face’ cos I worked with a Kyle fisherman long before I move to Raasay and that’s what he called the white sandstone cliffs.

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They really are spectacular and had the tide been high with the sea this calm it’s possible to put the boat inside them.

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When the tide is high that last rock looks like the head and shoulders of a man and probably has a Gaelic name that reflects that.


Not long after I was at the ferry terminal and dragged the boat out of the water easily using the Subaru that Wifey had deposited there for me. The 90HP Tohatsu TLDI (two stroke, low pressure, direct injection) was still running off the same tank of fuel as when we launched it there on Saturday morning. It’s a standard Quicksilver 25lt tank so not bad for all the running about we did around Fladda and Loch a Sgurr.

With the boat back home and washed out with fresh water I spent the rest of the day pottering about getting the caravan ready and making the most of what had turned into a cracking day.

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No wind for the turbines but plenty of sun, fine views towards Harris and Torran Croft.

No water Sad smile

The ‘secret well’ that serves our house is only ever a trickle but hasn’t yet (to my knowledge) dried up even in the driest of months. It may not be much of a flow but it is constant and well capable of replenishing even heavy usage over night. However, ‘your truly’ left a tap running today and emptied 4000lts of fresh water into the heather Sad smile

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So, no toilet flushing or showers until the morning Smile


The weather certainly brought the visitors out


which in turn kept Leah barking all friggin day Smile


The pigs did some epic roaming and kept ‘popping up’ everywhere,


even the septic tank soakaway, which I guess was working overtime due to the running tap Sad smile


It was hard work though, so they had a rest after dinner Smile

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And that’ll round up tonight.

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