Bare Faced Rider meets Roland Sands

It seems I’ve turned the clock back much longer than I care to remember – all because I couldn’t resist an original Bell open face helmet for sale at a knockdown price from the Glasgow Harley Davidson shop recently. The clincher was the Roland Sands quality finish inside and out which I got for free —

I bought my first open face Bell back in 1960 from a pal in Dunblane who didn’t need it any more as he was finished with bikes having crashed head-on into a coal lorry wrecking both his Norton Dominator which my brother was in the proccess of buying and the coal truck. I kept up the crashing habit of that particular helmet a short month after I got it when I wrote off the ill-used Bell and broke my neck while suffering a head-on in my own little mishap while riding my ‘race prepared’ BSA 650 A10.

I might have more to add to this Post if I find any pics from back then – oh – and the facial fungus is my new look – riding in any weather can be a painful experience with a bare baby face when the rain – sleet and snow start pinging off my chin 🙂

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Posted by on February 28, 2018 in Motorcycling


Postman Pat rides a V-Strom

With a little help from his friend —

That’s snow on them thar Morvern hills on the far side of Loch Linnhe and it’s nippy out here too – brrr —

Although the sun-trap by the old Creagan Railway Station made a welcome photo setting —

Next stop was in Glencoe village on the southern shores of Loch Leven where Postman Pat stuck a newly purchased package up his jumper for the first leg of it’s journey to Japan —

If his beard get’s any whiter they will be calling him Santa Claus —

No worries – after a bit of lunch and a natter with a man who owns one arm and three Vincent motorcycles we were on the return leg and made it back to the Island in time to wash the salt and travel stains off the V-strom.

Helen snatched a quick pic of the snowdrops in our garden just before they closed their petals for the night —

and then watched as the sun went down over Garvellachs (a chain of uninhabited Hebridean islands with longstanding holy connections just a mile or three off our own island shores)  —

What better way to end a perfect day out —

than enjoying a welcome mug of hot tea at the bottom of the garden 🙂


650 V-strom on Ice

There was I singing the praises for the CRF250 Rally yesterday – a short day later with a hint of sun above I was heading for the first ferry of the day at 11 o’clock on Helen’s 650 V-strom. The Luing Island drama group are rehearsing their annual play to be performed this coming Fri/Sat which mean’t H was heavily involved and I was off on my ownio to enjoy a bit of 650cc V-twin power.

An hour later under grey skies and dropping temperatures I rolled onto the ‘popular’ Green Welly Bike Park to find nobody there! Perhaps the snow had something to do with it.

No worries – at least the macaroni and cheese was good and after an hour reading the Sunday Mail I did the old trick of sticking it up my jumper to keep the cold out and held that 650 V-strom honest on the way home. Her heated grips certainly put one over on the much vaunted CRF250 Rally on a day like this 🙂

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Posted by on February 18, 2018 in Motorcycling, out and about, Suzuki 650XT V-strom


CRF 250 Rally get’s Gold

No we haven’t been taking part in the Winter Olympics – better than that – the Rally has been elevated to the ‘go to’ bike and is the one that comes out every chance I get. She can’t exactly swim from the Island over to Easdale this weather but she can do almost everything else I ask of her.

So-o – what better accolade than to fit her with the alloy gold Renthal bars that have graced many of my bikes over the past twenty years during which time these bars have visited France – Andorra – Spain – Portugal – Belgium – Holand – Germany – Luxemburg – Austria – Italy – Croatia and several other Baltic and East European countries plus almost every nook and crannie of the UK.

They are the perfect width for me – with bent arms coming parallel from the shoulders they are less tiring on a long day in the saddle than others I have tried.

The bends are spot on too – my hands fall naturally on to the grips with no strain on the wrists – again unlike some I have come across.

The Acerbis brush guards – bought for off-roading in Wales back in the nineties have lasted well and I was pleased to find them in one of my many boxes of bits out in the shed as the Toys r Us guards that come fitted to the Rally as standard are neither use nor ornament.

Yes – she is a much better bike than I expected her to be and well deserves her Gold Bars 🙂




Home is Where the Heart is

‘Home is where the heart is’ – I’ve heard that one before. In some cases it’s had a hollow ring to it but not always.

Our ‘Home’ stands foursquare and it’s just as well considering some of the weather it has had to withstand recently —

The view across the garden isn’t bad —

and Tammy the Tamworth piggywig hasn’t much to complain about either —

Not with all those trees and brush to explore —

even if it is a bit on the cold side when you aren’t exactly blessed with a fur coat – bristles leave something to be desired when it’s like this —

Henry the horse in the field across the road comes better equipped with his neat winter coat from Harrods —

as he admires the view —

to the snow-covered hills in the distance —

Even the sunsets – currently over Lunga – are to be cherished —

Wherever we may travel —

morning noon or night – there’s no place like home 🙂


Posted by on January 24, 2018 in Isle of Luing, out and about


Over the Rooftops

Living in the highest house on Luing has it’s downsides – mainly the road up to it which is deemed impassable by the Royal Mail and most other delivery services but we are nothing if not self-sufficient in that regard —

Being almost on the same level up here as the mains water reservoir and it’s gravity supply system means we are the first to run dry when the level drops – but hey – what is bottled water for if not for such an emergency and if that runs out —

there is always the spring water by the roadside at the bottom of our farm track. Many of the long term residents on the island swear by it and prefer it to the ‘new – improved’ mains water.

Looks like summer – but it was only yesterday we had the wall-to-wall sunshine —

it’s a bit different today with temperatures below freezing and icy rain storms rattling off the windows —

Seamus has taken the sensible option and kept his nose dry indoors all day 🙂




Seamus the Free Range Tabby Cat

I wasn’t the only one walking on the wild side this morning – Seamus went out about 07.00hrs while it was still dark. I saw him later from the bedroom window in daylight hunting up on the hillside. I don’t know if he caught any mice but he was certainly enjoying the hunt as he leaped and danced amongst the long grass and dead bracken fronds.

He met me by the gate to the old steading as I returned from my walk but I have Helen to thank for these lovely pics as he ambushed her out there later —

He loves to patrol the old stone wall —

The mice like it too as it gives shelter and cover from the many birds of prey resident on the Isle of Luing —

We occasionally have golden and sea eagles visiting from Mull and I can’t help but imagine what they would make of our Seamus.

He made the most of his day in the sun and was so tired when he arrived home after sunset that he didn’t even make it onto the big chair – simply dropped on the carpet by the fire and observing us through half shut eyes —

But he did recover and came up to join me later – adopting the imperial position on the well cushioned sofa where we enjoyed another film from Netflix 🙂





Sunshine on Luing

Deffo a day of all things bright and beautiful – wall-to-wall sunshine brought me out for a hobble over the rough ground beyond the house —

I would usually be sinking ankle-deep and more into mud and rushes at this time of year but with temperatures below freezing we have a frozen ‘tundra’ out back —

Walking poles help keep me upright but can be a bit of a nuisance when it comes to using the binoculars or taking photos —

No worries – the views to a snow-clad Isle of Mull over Cullipool and across the Sound of Lorn are well worth the effort —

Great stuff! —

If only we could have more of this hard frost – getting around would be so much easier 🙂

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Posted by on December 10, 2017 in Isle of Luing, out and about, Walks


Cat in My Chair!

With winter here Jackie Frost is forcing our mice into hiding around Bardrishaig.

Our ginger tabby cat Seamus is spending more time indoors and now with poetry taking over my blog I’m obliged to join in and have my beef in prose – here goes —

Oops! – I started my rhyming too early 🙂

CAT in MY Chair!

I had MY chair
I no longer have MY chair
the chair is still there
but all I do is stare

Our cat doesn’t give a toss
that I think I’m still the boss
my mind is at a loss
perhaps I’m not the boss

Where once I was the lord-or
kept my life in order
I’m more than a little pissed
to have fallen down the list

I light the fire and carry coal
I’m slightly lower than the mole
Cat doesn’t care
He owns my chair

Roll on Spring 🙂

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Posted by on December 9, 2017 in Isle of Luing, Seamus our Ginger Tabby Cat


Caroline Caps Ben Cruachan

It was grim and more than a little blustery around here yesterday when a storm called Caroline blundered through —

but we held our ground and even found a gorgeous freshwater pool formed by rainwater dripping down from the cliffs above —

In fact beauty in abundance one minute —

and glowering storm clouds next —

Today was much the same leading to snow – especially on top of Ben Cruachan —

where Helen caught this shot of the snow-capped mountain from the roadside while on her ‘Santa’ run to Oban this morning 🙂