To bed with the light on

Our trip north wasn’t quite the summer excursion we’d planned, and perhaps mentally we should have been more prepared, having come to Scotland for many years in the ‘summer’. The route: We drove fifty miles to Oban then took the (booked) ferry five hours north to the Isle of Barra (a great ferry ride pastContinue reading “To bed with the light on”

Preparing for King Creosote

Creosote? No, that’s not the final treatment for the exterior of the house, it’s a reward for our labours, a release on temporary licence. King Creosote, aka Kenneth Anderson, is playing a gig in Stornoway, Isle of Lewis; we’ve got tickets, visas, cat-sitters and everything. The ferry from Oban is booked. It’s a good excuseContinue reading “Preparing for King Creosote”

Piddling pipe problem

Weds: They took away the second mouldy sofa, then I mixed mortar and made the final seals on the drainage inspection chambers and shifted some more barrows of aggregate to fill up a low spot where a puddle fills between house and workshop. Before lunch, and clutching the mysteriously problematic plumbing joint, I walked downContinue reading “Piddling pipe problem”

Raw easterly

Since Friday 25 March In contrast to the sun’s warmth through glass, the day outside felt raw, with a chill easterly chasing clouds towards us, across the loch. I collected a warm hens egg from the neighbour’s chickens and reflected that it was’t a good day for outdoor working after all. The four hens betweenContinue reading “Raw easterly”

Helping, getting in the way, or fishing.

A few times recently, when I’ve woken at four in the morning, there’s a light on the hill a mile away, where a forestry vehicle is felling timber; somebody is keen. I made the next two doors for the guest bedroom’s eves cupboards, then after the third ran out of hinges. More hinges are onContinue reading “Helping, getting in the way, or fishing.”