Well that’s it, the holiday is over, this afternoon I’ll be back at the office and to be honest, I can’t wait Not that I’m fed up, bored or miss my work so much, no I can’t wait to get back to work and get it over with
then I can start doing all the jobs I didn’t get done on me hols
The main one being to fit the rear chassis to the Disco and MOT it but there’s painting the house and a whole load more tasks to look forward too. Sure, I could have made a start on the Disco but I decided to go down to Girvan for a few days instead. Four days with the family celebrating various birthdays and seeing Ross seemed far more attractive than a week’s welding under the Disco. Trouble with this plan was I’d have to take the ‘Old Girl’ which isn’t half as comfortable, fast, quiet or economical as the Discovery. Still it would be an adventure
but first I had to get presents and for that I decided to buy local
next door at my old house in fact https://www.facebook.com/thetinyroost/ . After viewing a selection of Lisa’s beautiful Harris Tweed bags and selecting a nice one for my sister in law I headed down to Kirsten’s Craftavan by the shop https://www.facebook.com/TaighnanCearcan
to view more locally produced crafts.
There are seven people from Raasay who display a selection of locally made gifts and articles in the Caravan just by the shop. After leaving with a Harris Tweed bag and half a dozen duck eggs I returned home to pack the land Rover for the trip on Tuesday.
Departing Raasay on the first ferry and stopping regularly on the way to walk the dugs.
It was a lovely quiet drive south with even the normally busy Ciste Dhubh parking spot in Glen Garry being deserted.
After stopping to top up with mocha and a bacon roll at the Well of the seven heads takeaway who’s name comes from a gruesome episode in clan history https://www.scotsman.com/whats-on/arts-and-entertainment/gory-story-behind-well-seven-heads-1485856 which took place nearby.
Eventually after more stops at Fort William, Barrhead and probably other places too we finally came in sight of Ailsa Craig
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ailsa_Craig
The vast granite plug in the lower reaches of the Clyde that heralded our destination. Known as ‘Paddy’s milestone’ because it also heralded the arrival in Scotland of many Irish immigrants in years gone by.
Four days of partying, dug walking and shelf fixing later we found ourselves packing the Land Rover once more to head home having averaged 35MPG on the journey south Not bad for an old tank and much better than the 25MPG I averaged towing the caravan to Mull. With a full tank of fuel we headed north at 7:00AM on lovely quiet roads until just after Tarbert on Loch Lomond when my fan belt snapped
Not having a spare or any tools to change it if I had I decided to improvise using one of the dog leads which was not a success, after five miles it snapped. I guess at the knot I’d tied, so after creeping northwards along the loch side whilst keeping an eye on the temperature gauge. I finally found a place to safely stop
the now derelict Bonnie Banks Café where I managed to find a length of 6mm rope that I spliced together after guestimating the correct length to go around the crankshaft and water pump pulleys.
I figured that I would get home on the juice in my battery as long as I switched off the heater and CD player and I’d just have to manage without the power steering. The water pump requires very little effort to drive it whereas the power steering and alternator sap a couple of horse power. Sure it would be a long slow drive at 40MPH and quite boring without the audio book I was listening to but I made it to Sconser where the car park was full for the first time in years
Though they only left two cars behind and went back for them
The other plug
With my voltmeter reading just 10V I finally arrived home around 18:00 and after unpacking the Land Rover and making dinner went to bed. The next couple of days being taken up by fitting the spare fan belt I should have taken with me
I also serviced my Pals 2.3 Honda outboard,
delivered it to Torran,
where there’s a fine if distant view of Raasay’s very own volcanic plug, Dun Caan
That’s it really, I came home to a much greener garden than I’d left and now I’m off to do some work.
10V on your poor battery! I hope you gave it some TLC (tender loving charging) ASAP!
Rgds
Damon
Comment by Damon Hart-Davis — April 12, 2022 @ 10:40 am
Wow … that was a epic one. Nice fix with the well spliced rope chap!
Comment by Matt — April 12, 2022 @ 11:03 am
Aye Matt, was pretty chuffed myself, though not as pleased as when I fixed the broken heater tap on my MG Midget with a tampon 😉
Comment by lifeattheendoftheroad — April 12, 2022 @ 4:08 pm
I can see how you’d rate that one higher up in the ‘bodge it’ leader-board … no way I’ll ever beat that! 🤣
Comment by Matt — April 12, 2022 @ 4:20 pm
Such a nice wee tale with my morning coffee. Thanks once again for sharing a glimpse of life at the end of the road. Very envious.
Comment by Laura Winkler — April 12, 2022 @ 11:14 am
Glad you enjoyed it Laura.
Comment by lifeattheendoftheroad — April 12, 2022 @ 4:06 pm
So glad you got to see the family, hope they come to visit Raasay sometime, maybe during the summer holidays ?
Your neighbours seem very “crafty”. I looked at the Facebook page, nice stuff. Whatever happened to the cabin the jewellery maker Fiona used to have – I think she married and moved away didn’t she.
Comment by Caroline — April 12, 2022 @ 11:37 am
Sadly Fiona, Iain and baby departed to another distillery 😦
Comment by lifeattheendoftheroad — April 12, 2022 @ 4:05 pm
Your reference to Ailsa Craig sparked a memory. Many many years ago my parents had a caravan on a delightful little caravan site called Ringstead Bay. (It was on National Trust land with a max of 30 caravans and a rudimentary toilet block). Anyway, at low tide a reef appeared which produced a small, sheltered bay of clear sea – ideal for learning to swim, dive, scuba, sail and canoe.
We had a sailing dinghy which we used for sailing (what a surprise) and also fishing – which was when we would attach an outboard motor to it. So, why did your reference spark a memory? Because the outboard we had was a Tomos Ailsa Craig. Almost everybody else used the ubiquitous Sea Bee but dad liked to do things differently. 🙂
Comment by Andy Poulton — April 12, 2022 @ 1:17 pm
Aye Andy, had a few adventures myself with the trusty Tomos Ailsa Craig 😉
Comment by lifeattheendoftheroad — April 12, 2022 @ 4:03 pm
I take it you’ve stopped wearing tights then! 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂
Comment by finniedog — April 12, 2022 @ 5:05 pm
I did think of using my braces though 🙂
Comment by lifeattheendoftheroad — April 12, 2022 @ 7:11 pm
LOL, not as good as tights though the men would have us think 🙂
Comment by finniedog — April 12, 2022 @ 8:14 pm
That is certainly one way of keeping your speed in check between Crianlarich and Tyndrum 🙂 Well done with the string theory.
Comment by Andy — April 12, 2022 @ 8:00 pm
Glad to see the blogs back up paul, grant, gordon ( Kate’s cottage ) and myself were at the end of the road today on the bikes and spoke to your new nabours!
Comment by v8mbo — May 1, 2022 @ 2:00 pm
Sorry I missed you Robin, fine day for it hey 😉
Comment by lifeattheendoftheroad — May 1, 2022 @ 5:21 pm