Life at the end of the road

December 5, 2021

Saturday night at the movies :-)

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It’s after 8:00am now and I’m just having my first strong black coffee, not the first thing I do when I get up, that’s take my BP before the caffeine elevates it Smile Anyway I’m did what normal people do on a Sunday and had a lie in, though if I’m honest that was more due to the vast quantities of alcohol I consumed last night than any desire on my part to have a rest. I’ve a pretty ‘full on’ day ahead of me, the forecast is good and already the day is shaping up to be a good one.

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It’s not quite 8:30 and it is almost daylight Surprised smile


Pretty much the whole day was spent over at Torran working on the ‘lean too’ with my Pal, he’d come over on the Mule when it was a pretty miserable morning. The pishing rain having been relentless through the night. However once we’d loaded up the gear taken it over to Torran, set it up and gone inside for an even stronger black coffee, by the time we got stuck in it wasn’t a bad day.

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After much mixing, drilling and sawing we’d got as much done as we could and around 3:30 with dug and pig feeding time approaching we called it a day.

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We loaded up the Mule and I went home for a shower


after of course feeding everyone Smile

Then it was time to return to the Torran Cinema to watch an excellent film projected onto the schoolroom wall Smile

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Not an easy watch but a hard hitting and honest portrayal of the stories behind some of the often brutal images of the 60’s, 70,s and 80,s taken by Sunday Times photojournalist Don McCullin. Many of which defined the era that I grew up in, my father being an avid reader of the Sunday Times before Murdoch got his hands on it. Who can forget the Bravo company US marine with the ‘thousand yard stare’ or the many brutal images of Biafra, Lebanon, the Congo and closer to home Northern Ireland. Perhaps I’m just a certain age, I guess most people have never heard of Biafra, even I had to Google it but for a short period of my childhood it’s tragic famine was headline news.

And on that cheery note I’m gonna walk the dogs, yup, even Molly today Smile

August 31, 2020

He’s gone!!!!!

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A bonny, bonny Monday behind me and just about to settle down on my first meal alone in a long while, a baked aubergine and courgette affair  with some passed their ‘use before’ date fish cakes I picked up on Friday night. I was passing the Co op in too much pain to carry more than two pots of yoghurt and 4lts of milk and grabbed them on the way to the till along with a frozen pizza. Not my normal fare but Ross was gonna be out all night and I wouldn’t be in until 20:00, too tired and sore to be cooking. The pizza I demolished when I got home with a tomato salad, the fish cakes have been sat in my fridge since, their orange ‘sale’ label conveniently hiding both ‘use by’ and ingredients labels. The ‘use by’ date thing has never bothered my septic tank like stomach, if the packet isn’t ‘blown’ and if it don’t smell and you cook it hot enough it’s fine. Well, it is for me and I’ve only ever poisoned myself once or twice and never seriously Smile As for the ingredients I didn’t want to know, the ‘large print’ said sweet potato and chili fish cake, the small print probably said basa fish from the Mekong Delta and I’ve already had the misfortune of Googling that after eating one Smile Anyway, it actually pretty good with the baked veg which was just sliced and brushed with olive oil and salt.

This weekend I gained a Land Rover and lost a son Sad smile my ‘boy’ whom I’d shared a most enjoyable ‘Lockdown’ with departing on Sunday morning in the Subaru.


The car being needed as he’d an advanced diving course booked for next weekend and scuba diving not being very conducive with public transport. Normally a car in Edinburgh being a complete PITA and parking ticket magnet. His flat is only ten minutes walk from the city centre, twenty minutes from uni and almost next door to a Lidl, what more do you need Smile 

To console ourselves his mum and I went for a good walk out of Inverarish with the dugs.

Starting off at the ‘Emigrants Trail’

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which is looking decidedly greener than last I saw it, having gained some pampas grass amongst other things Smile

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The Inverarish burn sporting some wee brown trout Smile

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The ‘Burma Road’ a few large healthy chanterelles. We branched off at the remains of one of the iron ore mine viaducts with the intention of following the line of the narrow gauge railway to the old pier. The walk up towards the embankment providing a pure assault on the senses with the late summer fragrance of heather reminiscent of the late Johnny Ferguson’s honey, their diet being almost exclusively the purple blossom.

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Here is what appears to be a junction in the railway line between mine 1 and mine 2?

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A building that I guess housed some of the hauling gear.


Hallaig passes the Penfold rock buoy on her way home.

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Another one of the hauler houses above the old Iron ore pier.

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Remains of the five kiln bases and the gantry supports for the railway. The kilns were removed during WWII and at least three of them were in use at Lingdale in Cleveland until 1969.


This line drawing of the Calcining Kilns and materials hoist at Lingdale mine gives a true impression of their size. Eric Johnson informs the Archive: ”This drawing of the calcining kilns and materials hoist, shows the three kilns which were originally on the island of RAASAY in the Inner Hebrides; dismantled in about 1943, each part carefully numbered and loaded into ships. One local man John MacLeod was killed in the hold when the sling broke. The kilns were taken to Lingdale and re-erected shortly afterwards.” Image courtesy of Joan Webster and thanks to Eric Johnson for the update.

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The old engineering workshop and ore hopper just behind the pier.

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Out for dinner


A wander along the road back to town concluded the walk and wee dug and I headed home whereupon I went out without Molly but with one of her (clean and unscented) pooh bags to collect part of dinner Smile Molly was pure wrecked after the earlier trek and I could find a mesh bag. You should always use a mesh bag or basket for collecting ‘shrooms to spread the pores Winking smile

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I managed a good bag of chanterelles and one nice cep ‘the girls’ catching half a dozen fresh mackerel.

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Grilled mackerel with a tomato sauce and eggs,  fresh figs for desert, don’t think I’ve ever had a fresh fig before Smile Boodly awesome and I wobbled back home around 22:00 Smile

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