Life at the end of the road

August 22, 2020

Well, at least the tide was perfect :-)

Filed under: Avon Searider, daily doings — Tags: , , , , — lifeattheendoftheroad @ 10:18 pm

Not been quite the day I expected really, had a nice easy one planned but then awoke at ‘stupid O clock’ and discovered the lights were out!!! A POWER CUT!!!!. Sure everyone gets power cuts hey, they even had a couple yesterday on Raasay. Well perhaps but I’ve only ever had a handful in thirty years and never for more than 10 or 15 minutes while I reset something. The best thing about living ‘off grid’ is having reliable glitch free and stable power. Well last night mine went off around 4.00AM and the first thing I had to do a few hours later was find out why. Investigations in pyjamas and slippers told me I had at least 3 dud batteries though I actually knew that already, just wasn’t convinced that one of them was as bad as it was.

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I’ve got an 800Ah 48V bank consisting of 16 Rolls S530’s, they’ll be about seven years old so just out of warranty and they’ve been ‘iffy’ for a while. Generally this isn’t a problem as I’ve usually plenty of solar, wind and hydro charging them. However, last night it must just not have been quite enough Sad smile Consequently I decided to turn on my hydro turbine at Tarbert for a couple of days. My son was having a ‘bit of a bash’ and ‘yours truly’ would be confined to the caravan for the night with ‘wee dug’. Last thing I wanted was to be awakened by drunk people at ‘stupid O clock’ minus 3 cos ‘the lights have gone out’. I figured a nice steady 800W would more than compensate for a duff cell or two. Thing is, it’s not just a case of turning on a tap and throwing a switch or two. Putting the Powerspout hydro online involves a mile long quad ride over the hill with a water pump then a bit of a trek down to the turbine at Tarbert to turn it on, so after dumping a load of fish guts in the sea Molly and I set off ‘over the hill’

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Of course that was after she’d tried rescuing half a dozen mackerel heads and tails from  Davey Jones’s Locker Smile

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We headed over the hill by the ‘Hill of the Hind’ to the wee loch admiring the three well kept cottages on the Island of Fladda. Me having been invited to dinner there and all. After all my Son wouldn’t want his dad hanging around at the party hey Smile Anyway’s,I set up the pump and headed back home, fortunately leaving ‘wee dug’ back there at the same time, cos when I went to turn on the business end at the turbine it all went ‘tits up’ Sad smile

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I managed to roll the quad yet again, this time with it landing on top of me Sad smile And typically my feckin phone didn’t work so I had to walk all the way home to get Ross to help me recover the Honda.

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Again, typically, Callum the Kubota was out of commission but we managed just fine with the Subaru and a small Tirfor, myself escaping with minor injuries and being thankful I’d left Molly at home as she usually sits on the quad.

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We got off lightly really but my Honda isn’t the ‘minter’ it used to be Sad smile Still, nothing on the chassis is bent and we’re all fine Smile

Out for dinner

I was pretty boodly sore after all that and spent the rest of the day just pottering about, bending and lifting being somewhat painful. I figured that I’d just go out for dinner and leave the young folk to do what young folk do. I can’t exactly remember what that is cos it’s so long ago Smile 

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So, I put on my suit, grabbed a bottle of Prosecco and headed out for dinner, after swimming out to my transport of course Smile

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The tide and wind were just perfect for this malarkey, a breeze from the west and a 22:12 HW meaning I could leave the Searider on a long rope and anchor whilst enjoying a glass or two of red wine and a North African dish of couscous and something dead Smile

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There was a yacht in the North Fladda anchorage and the tide just lapping the causeway but apart from that and the local 14’ Orkney it was deserted. I unzipped my dry suit and trudged up the hill for an awesome dinner.

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A couple of hours later after the North African delight, some crab pate on home made bread a Chilean merlot and some splendid Victoria cake I headed home to caravan and wee dog.

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