Well, not now but I was yesterday (Thursday) when I spent much of what turned out to be a beautiful day sniffing glue in the back of me Land Rover.
The previous day’s ‘brain twisting’ electrical work having been abandoned in favour of some interior trimming. The liberal use of contact adhesive in such a confined space putting me ‘into a spin’ on more than one occasion. Removing the seats and undoing much of the work done by Tayside Land Rover to redo it in a way more suited to my OCD leanings. So out came the seat mountings, seat belts and various trimmings to be cleaned, painted or just plain replacing the many nuts and bolts with stainless steel ones. Luckily the weather was good and the wind fresh so wee dug got plenty of walks in-between coats of paint and glue.
Firstly to check on the hydro turbine inlet and wander round the old ruined township of South Arnish.
The houses now long abandoned but at least one garden well tended
though not as well as it would have been at the time this was taken around 1885.
The fireplace on the left not having belched any peaty smoke as in the 19th century image in decades.
Friday did see me returning to the ‘spaghetti’ though I must confess to a feeling of gong backwards at times. Having got all the rear lights bar the reversing ones working the day before. I then lost my rear fog lamp, ignition lamp, side light indicator lamp and a few other things
Managing to restore all bar the ignition lamp by ‘close of play’ yesterday
Friday
Friday, at least most of it, was yet another pleasure to behold despite loosing the sun until next year
There will still be brief afternoon rays on the croft and plenty visible from inside Sonas. There will even be afternoon solar radiation on some of the 9kW of installed solar panels but there will be precious little on the house now until February.
Unlike my neighbours at Torran who’s solar panels and house will be catching sunshine all year In search of some colour, Molly and I wandered down to the holly tree in front of our house to admire the riot of berries as the last gales have removed most of the colour from my garden. The rosehips, fuchsias, daisies, hydrangea and purple buddleias scattered by autumnal gales.
Still, I should have no shortage of holly for my Christmas decorations
And ultimately I was quite pleased with what I’d achieved in the back of the ‘Old Girl’, even if it did take days to do just a couple of hours work.
Well, that’s it really, not sure whether to call it early or late, the clock says 01:33 and I’ve been up since just before midnight when I arose for a hot chocolate and banana, probably as a result of far too much coffee throughout the day. So methinks I’ll turn in now for a chapter with HMS Rodney before arising early to listen to more Trump buffoonery on the World Service at ‘stupid o clock’. You couldn’t make it up could you, the leader of the free world, a feckin’ reality TV star throwing his toys out of the pram. The two enduring memories I’ll have of the American election campaign have to be senator John Marcain’s 2008 speech (God rest his true Republican soul)
and Donald Trump’s ‘spiritual advisor’ Paul White’s prayer for him.
You really could not make this stuff up hey.