Life at the end of the road

November 30, 2021

Older and wiser?

Filed under: daily doings, Land Rover, stonework — Tags: , — lifeattheendoftheroad @ 8:04 am

An all together more settled morning greeted me today, not that I could tell from inside the house, were it not for my multitude of sensors in and around Sonas. The warm concrete floor, triple glazing and total blackness out side insulating me from the world outdoors.

P1190856 Tue 

I even got up too late to hear the shipping forecast and turned the Radio off as the news started belching out the same old mince. The BBC reporting that Boris the buffoon is now accused of acting too quickly in attempts to deal with yet another COVID variant, which I see has now been named after the 15th letter of the Greek alphabet. I wonder if this an attempt to make it sound like we’ve already beaten the fourteen previous  mutations Smile Or perhaps it’s just Boris showing off his classical education Smile Whatever, it certainly makes a change from his self serving cronies being accused of not acting quickly enough, you gotta laugh really Smile

Well yesterday I started the day off by taking Bonzo for a walk with the Mule. I wanted to take the rest of Callum’s Raasay Sawmill timber over to Torran so let Bonzo chase me down the track rather than walking him Smile 


Exercising a caution totally out of character I made three trips to finish taking the rafters and sarking boards over. I think old age has finally endowed me with some common sense when it comes to doing things on my own. Either that or my various tumbles and rolling incidents have finally knocked some sense into me Smile


Having finally finished with the Mule and digger along at Torran I thought it was about time I repaired the wall that I’d knocked down earlier in the year.

P1190849 P1190847 P1190846

It was the last job for ‘Calum the Kubota’ before I tracked him back to Arnish.

P1190850 P1190851 P1190853

Not one that I’m particularly proud of but at least it’s better than it was Sad smile 

P1190852 P1190848


And with that done I woke Bonzo and we started tracking Calum back to Arnish.

The rest of my day being spent pottering in the shed and taking Callum’s trailer back to the Raasay Sawmill. The latter job being done purely to test the ‘Old Girl’s’ new intercooler and fuel mods whilst pulling a heavy trailer down ‘Calum’s Road’. I gotta say that I was very pleased with the results, the large twin axle Ifor Williams trailer being barely noticeable behind the Land Rover. I just need to try it with two tons of aggregate on the back now Smile

November 29, 2021

Sunrise to Sunset :-)

Monday morning now, after 7:00AM and I’m not long up Surprised smile a good night’s sleep on the back of a nice leisurely Sabbath behind me Smile. The forecast for the day is quite grim

Monday P1190842

but there no sign of anything untoward just yet. It’s ‘black as the fire back’ outdoors and all I can see is the lights of three fishing boats heading north with the two ‘cats eyes’ of the Storr car park toilets watching over them, and me Smile


My day ahead isn’t really planned out yet, I’m waiting to see what the weather does but it will probably involve waterproofs, in the morning at least. At any rate it’s unlikely to be as satisfying as Sunday was. I was never really into the whole Sabbath thing that gripped Raasay when I arrived here thirty years ago but living where I do it never really affected me. Other than that is people driving up to the North End every Sunday to escape the Sabbath fervour in Inverarish Smile Where hanging washing out was frowned on, the play park was closed and the church was busy.


In my book Sunday was just another day, all days are special and I certainly don’t believe that some Dude created the world in six days and had one day off Smile That was until Willie Eyre started working for me and skippering my boat around 25 years ago. Willie, a native of Raasay certainly didn’t believe in the whole ‘world in six days’ thing either but much to my dismay he wouldn’t work on Sunday. Even if we’d been tied to the pier all week due to weather and Sunday was a pure peach of a day, he wouldn’t come out in the boat.

I gotta say that I wasn’t too pleased with this and would often go out on my own at first. However I soon came round to the idea that Sunday was different, for whatever reason and it is good to have a day off Smile  Willie taught me many things as he expertly skippered my boat but I guess taking it easy on Sunday was the most significant Smile

So when Sunday did arrive Bonzo and I walked along the road to Tarbert and followed Rainey’s wall eastwards. This wall having been built by one of Raasay’s former landlords as a method of keeping his tenants well and truly in their place. Their place being the infertile and rocky ground that is Raasay’s northern extremity. It was a fine morning and the sun had not yet fully risen as we left the road following the wall towards the sea on the eastern side of the island.

 P1190790 P1190791 P1190793

A lone stag eyed us warily in the distance as we followed this reminder of a brutal oppression that was once the norm in these parts.

P1190795 P1190796

Where the stag had more protection than the people, though perhaps not so different when it comes to planning permission right enough Smile Just try building a house or putting up a wind turbine these days and you’ll soon be filling more environmental impact forms and dealing with the RSPB, SNH, SEPA, etc. etc. Perhaps it was easier dealing with a ‘benevolent dictator’ than the wheels of 21st century bureaucracy Smile

Anyway we continued eastwards, the wall’s construction becoming noticeably different in character the further east we got.

    P1190794 P1190797 P1190799

The initial double stone construction giving way to a more chaotic but still skilful single stone affair.

P1190800 P1190802 P1190803

With the sun at last gaining some traction on the day we turned northwards to head overland towards home.

P1190809 P1190805 P1190806

Finding yet more ruins of past occupation of the land along the way.


A snow covered Dun Caan to the south.

P1190812 P1190813 P1190814

High above my house a bizarre pile of stones, what is their  significance or were they just a collection of fine building stones left by some mason long ago.

P1190815 P1190816

More walls and ruins.

P1190817 P1190818

Once back home I loaded an IBC into my trailer ready for taking south and then turned my attention towards my Mate’s Land Rover that needed an oil change and a few other bits and bobs. I’m not too obsessive about the Sunday thing Smile it was all very ‘laid back Smile

P1190824 P1190825 P1190826

He’d brought me a trailer load of wood that needed taking along the track to Torran.


It was a fine afternoon for it


Harris looking much nearer with it’s snow capped hills behind Brother’s Pont on Skye.

P1190831 P1190840 P1190839

Aye, it was a fine end to the day indeed as the sun went down Smile

P1190838 P1190841

The solar panels at Torran catching the last rays of the sun as evening wore on, think it was only 3:00PM Sad smile

Older Posts »

Blog at