Life at the end of the road

August 24, 2020

Boodly sore :-(

Well, it’s a promising start to the day for sure

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at 6:00AM, a good hour later than usual the Storr car park was already busy, though I suspect they’d been there all night. Wonder if Boris actually ever did stay in that tent, he was directly east of me looking onto Raasay. Security threat my ar53 he probably got driven away by the boodly midge Smile

Another image showed Mr Johnson out walking the dog on a beach during low tide. In the distance is stunning scenery Mr Johnson's three-bedroom property, with its own source of spring water, was likely to have been chosen for its remoteness

Boris and Dilyn with Raasay, Dun Caan and the Cuillin in the background apparently he was bonding with Scotland Smile 

Nothing strenuous 

Well, it’s 21:30 and ‘black as the fire back’ outside, got side-tracked before finishing this morning by my long ‘to do’ list which I approached very gingerly on account of feeling me feeling like a punchbag after my wee tumble on Saturday. Unusually, for me, I’d managed to stay in bed on Sunday, no doubt assisted by the copious amounts of red wine I’d been plied with on Fladda and the San Pellegrino orange juice I’d laced with vodka on my return to the caravan. As you may recall, my Son was having a few pals round and I figured the alcohol would aid in a good night’s sleep. It sure did that right enough, as well as numbing the pain in my ribs and all was silent when wee dug and I finally surfaced after 9:00 to feed the animals. With a splitting head and feeling like I’d done three rounds with a professional I promptly went back there with a just as enthusiastic wee dog. Staying there until both of us were tempted out by the aroma of bacon and sausages emanating from Sonas’s MVHR outlet that points toward the caravan Smile This is the heat recovery and ventilation system in the house which keeps all the rooms freshly ventilated without draughts or loss of heat. It runs 24/7 on low setting but last night I’d switched it to ‘party mode’, seriously it has a setting for a houseful of guests Smile Anyway, it was pushing all the cooking smells our way and Molly was hungry so gingerly I got up and followed my nose and wee dug into the ‘morning after the night before’.

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I was well impressed with the state of Sonas Smile By midday they’d all gone, I’d gained an Audi and the house was spotless, cheers, Guys (and Gals).


After a couple of sausages and rashers of bacon I felt a little less delicate and once all Ross’s guests had departed I went and got ‘the tank’. That’ll be my neighbours Y61 Nissan Patrol which was running like 5h1t Sad smile Went to collect it, the engine management light was on and it was belching out blue smoke, so much so it made your eyes water and was in danger of making my fresh laundry stink like a diesel locomotive.

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First thing I did was connect my OBDII scanner to it and it would not work Sad smile No surprises there, this truck is a ‘grey import’ and I always have problems with it. The Motor factor never recognises the number plate, parts are a nightmare to get and nothing is straight forward on it. Anyway, after Mr Google and finding an annoying chap on YouTube who suggested unplugging every sensor on the vehicle one at a time then trying the scanner after every sensor I gave up. Having spent most of the sunny afternoon alternating between this and washing all the bedding I went to deliver the truck back. Well, much to my surprise it was running like clockwork, not smoking and the engine management light was now off!!! Not convinced I’ve fixed it right enough but it’s fine for now Smile

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Still not fit for strenuous duty I turned my attention to my bent Honda, which wasn’t half as bad as it looked, damage being confined to a bent, split bumper and front carrier rack. Once I’d actually removed these the twisted red plastic sprang back into shape Smile


Well, it really was a peach of a day, spent some more time pottering with Honda until the tide was high enough to take the Searider out. I’d be away for a night or so collecting my Land Rover from Tayside Land Rover Fair play to him, when I emailed him today to tell him of my accident on the quad and how I was insane enough to be driving down anyway to collect it. He did offer to deliver it to Sconser, however the cynic in me thought that no sooner had I accepted this kind offer than he would tell me of some fresh snag. So, no I politely declined and will be setting off Wednesday, even if it kills me!!!

After my spell of Honda tinkering and with the tide suitably high I went to get the boat in, lifting a couple of wee mackerel while I was at it.

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They were pretty small but Ross Camilli turned em into a beautiful dish involving honey and ginger on a bed of rice


whilst I went to collect a trailer for my Land Rover,


that ought to be big enough hey Smile

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.


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’


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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