and for once I don’t mean our Seamus – although he doesn’t always come home at night now either.
No it’s the new missus that’s gone south on a bit of biznez leaving my idle hands to get up to no good.
This time I was up at first sparrow fart – whipped the covers off the Honda 250 Rally —
slipped a rucksack on my back and rode over to South Cuan to catch the early (7.30 am) ferry to neighbouring Seil island and a quick blast had me over the Atlantic Bridge to the mainland and in Oban for 8 o’clock.
What’s the rush? The street’s are empty —
Seems nobody get’s up at this time – even the main newsagent where I’ve come for my weekly comic to keep up with motorcycle racing reults and gossip doesn’t open till 8.30.
Aha – I see a hint of movement behind Kronk’s coffee shop window – perhaps a stiff Americano-to-go will put my world to rights.
It must have been a twin-shot belter for I was soon along the front – cup in hand – checking out our new Council backed marina which is currently being constructed in the bay —
no – not that bay – nor this one —
but this one round the corner —
where the guys are setting the running posts —
which will allow the floating walkways to rise and fall with the tides — times like this I wish I was still working —
but all I need is the feel of grips in my hands and I quickly get over it —
Yes that ford was deeper than I expected on an Old Drover’s Road down in Wales about twenty years ago – it filled my boots —
when it drowned the spark plug on my tough old XT600 right in the middle of the crossing 🙂