Just after nine fifteen in the evening and it’s almost dark a red glow to the north west throwing out the vestiges of the day’s brilliant sunshine. Tomorrow should arrive with some rain to test out the new guttering I fitted to the solar powered hen shed. It’s also the day that the ‘Old Girl’ is booked in for her annual MOT, something she’s been without since July. Fortunately it’s not required on Raasay and you can even tax you car here without one, so long as you don’t leave the island in it that is.
One thing for sure, there’ll be no scrumpy passing my lips for a while, apparently I fell asleep at the computer last night and was snoring like a pig with an empty glass in my hand. The wife put me to bed downstairs then was awakened by the sound of me calling for Huey, from the bathroom. Luckily he never arrived and I managed to get to sleep without the grim taste of recycled Beef risotto in my mouth.
Surprisingly for such a ‘session’ I awoke to a beautiful morn with nothing more than a mild headache and no memory of the previous evening. You can always tell quality drink my the nature of the hangover Anyway, filled with horror I hastily turned on my laptop to check out what pish, if any that I’d written the night before https://lifeattheendoftheroad.wordpress.com/2014/08/26/scrumpied/ amazingly enough it did not look like it had been written by the gibbering wreck that I must have been. A quality vintage scrumpy indeed was my Norfolk tipple!
I must have figured it was going downhill rapidly as a closed down early, missing many of the pictures I intended to post, so here they are today.
Our new home for a little while at least, the Old Schoolhouse at Torran, a place steeped in history with more than its share of eccentric occupants. One who purported to be of Libyan royal blood, one axe wielding fruitcake that the police hauled away and of course ‘Steve the Buddhist’ or ‘Cosmic Steve’ as he was sometimes known. It was also where Calum himself lived for a while and the place where the ‘Napier Commission’ http://www.educationscotland.gov.uk/scotlandshistory/makingindustrialurban/napiercommission/index.asp met on Raasay in May 1883 http://napier-skye.blogspot.co.uk/2010/09/torran-raasay-22-may-1883-alexander.html Next to the school on the left is the Old Mission House that gets more than a passing mention in John Nicolson’s excellent book ‘ I remember’
John was born there and gives a fantastic insight to a hard life, not that long ago. He is after all only 33 years older than myself but life at the ‘north end’ then was akin to life ‘down sowf’ a hundred or more years ago. I thought it was a great read but it didn’t go down that well with the kirk and some of the relatives
A miniature egg came as a bit of a surprise as I collected them from the nesting boxes,
well most of them came from the nesting boxes, some of the hens preferred laying ‘al fresco’ due to the weather I guess.
I know, I know, it’s just a couple of sheep but these two rascals are a long way from home and in great fettle, no doubt due to all the good grass and heather on our lightly grazed hill. They’ve been visiting me regularly the last couple of days.
After the wobbly start to the day it was a visit to the quacks for more drugs to add to my cocktail, I’ve now got codeine to add to the list and hopefully replace the tramadol.
The ‘beetleman’ who arrived on Saturday accompanying us as far as the shop so he could stock up on supplies. I dunno what it is about the north end of Raasay that attracts people who can’t drive. Eleven miles down a single track road and the vast majority of it’s inhabitants can’t drive!!! When I first viewed the property in 1989 the chap who saw it before me had a family of four and couldn’t drive!! Now bear in mind that at that time the nearest living soul was seven miles away and there was no phone or prospect of getting one. Imagine the lunacy of that bringing your wife and kids from a town in Wales to the middle of nowhere and not having a car!! How on earth was he going to educate the kids? This part of Raasay is definitely a ‘fruitcake magnet’, I’ve said it all along, I mean, why else would I be here
Two old tree stumps on the croft, probably scots pine from the last ice age, or at least long before Raasay was mostly heather, bog and rock, these were truly magnificent trees at one time.
Anyway, after the sojourn south and wee walk with the dug I gently eased myself into some pottering about the solar powered hen house.
Firstly I fitted some facia boards then with a tight line spread along the boards I marked out a gentle fall for the guttering I was fitting.
This was all done with my tee shirt off wearing shorts!!!!!
And, I have to say, that I’m pretty ‘chuffed’ with the result,
even if it did take me until 20:00