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Mad March is Over

Yesterday was April first – April Fool’s Day – we had our own ‘Fool’s Day’ mid-March when we joined the Mad March Hares and had our first barbie of the year down the old slate quarry to celebrate my 76th birthday —

The ‘Beast from the East’ was in full flow so the old quarry on the western shores of the Island provided most shelter from the howling snow-filled gale force winds that were coming our way from Putin’s Russian Steppes —

with the added bonus of a view out to Fladda Lighthouse and the islands beyond —

once the smoke from the burning oak logs had dispersed —

and the sausages were browning nicely in the frying pan —

M-mmm — can’t beat a bit of carbon on a bap —

and even Helen looked happy although she was chilled to the bone —

Seamus couldn’t work out what all the fuss was about and his demeanor says it all —

He is such a clean cat —

and insisted on having a bath to wash the smoke out of his fur when he got home πŸ™‚

 

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 πŸ™‚

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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 πŸ™‚

 

 

 

 

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 πŸ™‚

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 πŸ™‚

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

 

The Road to The Isles

It’s fully 16 months now since Helen and I moved to the Isle of Luing in the Inner Hebrides where the weather can be wild and windy one minute and quite benign the next —

The roads are fewer, rougher and tighter than those to be found in the rest of Scotland so it’s very much a case of horses for courses —

Helen and I have had to adapt in many ways but overall it has been well worth the effort —

Shopping – gardening – cooking and baking can be more of a challenge but the occasional success has it’s own rewards —

and with our second Christmas together on the island fast approaching we are looking forward to 2018 with confidence —

The photo was taken just a few minutes before Boss-cat dug his claws into my forearm to get my straying attention! He is a farm cat after all and is as much at home in the tumbledown steading catching vermin or out on the hillside with the deer and the ever-present threat of attack from above as he is on my lap in front of the log fire of an evening —

I blame Netflix where ‘Medici’ has taken us into devious Italian banking circles and ‘murrder’ awaits round every street corner – ‘old hat’ to some perhaps but brand new to ourselves here on Luing πŸ™‚

 

OOps! My Favourite Vase —-

Bites the dust!

She reminded me of the wooden statuettes I bargained for at a stall on Cairo Road – Lusaka on a rare ‘away day’ from my job at the Kariba Dam back in the 1960’s —

Sadly they came a cropper along with my first marriage in the early nineties – could’ve been the same lively model for both vase and statuettes in fact as they are so alike – even down to the glass beads —

Now sadly the lovely if unusual vase I found in a junk shop cum cafe along Hadrian’s Wall a few years back is a gonner too thanks to our Seamous who can’t bear to look at the damage he caused while chasing a Danny-Long-Legs around the house —

does he look suitably contrite?

Not for long – he’s a proper tiger really —

king of the Bardrishaig jungle πŸ™‚

 

Honda CRF 250’s First Adventure

This is her first adventure off the island if we don’t count a day trip into town to measure up her worth on the open road – where – much to my relief – she did well enough for a 250cc dual purpose bike even at this early ‘running in’ stage.

The CRF has already proven her worth on our current ferry – the Grey Dog – which measures about one car in width and three in length. Cars drive on and reverse off when they reach t’other side – some with greater difficulty than others.

Having to wrestle my tall Tenere or the heavyweight Pan European round in their own length so that I could ride off the boat was in danger of giving me a hernia – something I didn’t want with my wedding coming off in two weeks time –Β Helen would not be amused!

No worries – the lightweight CRF 250 Rally can spin around on the ferry in it’s own length and be off down the road like a whippet after a hare while the car drivers are still looking for reverse gear.

Over a coffee and breakfast bun in town this morning I was able to catch up with news in the MCN of the TT races currently running on the Isle of Man before heading north over Connel Bridge —

I remember that bridge when it carried a single lane for motor transport and a railway line along side it. The single line to Fort William is no more leaving a single lane and a safe pavement for walkers.

This is what happens to the ‘safe’ walkers when they stray into the woods on the far side. They are de-bagged – their jeans stuffed with compost and flowers planted in them. I’ve heard a few stories about the strange habits of North Connel residents but never came across this one til today.

Best keep the wheels turning – I’m gone – to quieter places. Just up the road I found a natural water feature as the burn emerged from under the road —

No doubt all that rushing water will have the same effect on you as it did on me and it was quite a relief to find a deserted spot for a break on the dirt track byΒ Loch Etive —

The hills in the distance are overlooking the wilderness of Rannoch Moor where I rode a 197cc Seeley Honda in trials during a previous life —

Fantastic views and the CRF does look tidy in this setting —

Not another soul around —

just hills – trees and more water tumbling down the rocky hillside as I head for Barcaldine —

Time for some wildlife to get in on the act – first off – some long-horned hieland coo’s —

Well worth another shot —-

Helen and I have been trying hard to find a cattery to take Seamus for a few days after our wedding but they are in short supply in this part of the world so when I spotted this sign on the side of a dirt road heading off into the forest I thought my luck was in —

Two cedars —

three gates —

and a stunning bunch of ponies —

later —

on the cracking cross country route – (I love you too honey) —

I pitched up at the best cattery cum kennels in the world set in the middle of the forest – only to find it completely booked for our dates.

No worries – we will sort something out for Seamus and Sid —

and in the meantime the wee Honda and I are getting on just fine πŸ™‚

 

Super Sid beats Shifty Shamus

With a little help from his friends Sid Shebunkin – our Japanese cold water goldfish – has found a safe haven from the fish hook claws of Seamus our young Ginger Tabby cat. Despite having fitted Sid’s previous home with more bars than Alcatraz used to incarcerate Al Capone it was still possible to enter the room and find our wily Seamus dangling a non-too friendly paw in his watery lair.

Not no more he ain’t! From the safety of his original tank with a fully fitted top cover which has caught up with us from down south Sid should be safe as houses – although Seamus might have other ideas —

Maybe we need more water to bring fishy up within range —

But – one good punch should shatter the glass and you’re mine little fishy —

M-mmm — that didn’t work – not even a scratch on the glass —

Next time little fishy – you are mine Β πŸ™‚

 

 
 

Seamus Hits a High Spot

Just one of those days — hardly worth opening my t’other eye cos it will be more boring flu talk —
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Been a full epidemic here on the Isle of Luing — almost everyone and their grannie has had it — including my two old duffers —

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Could have been worse – it could’ve been cat flu —

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Just look at them mits – if I don’t get outside soon I’m gonna tear this cushion apart!

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Must have been something I said – I was only kidding Mum – Honest!

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Huh! Some people have no sense of humour – I know – I’ll pretend I’m a snowdrop – that usually makes her laugh —

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M-mmm – it’s Him! C’mon dad – push off – can’t you see I’m busy —

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What d’you mean that’s high enough – I’ve got a tree to climb

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Yep! Right up there!

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Without even a safety net!

 

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That will show ’em what I’m made of.

 

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Today I’m King of Luing – but – what about the Isle of Scarba? I’m told there are wild boar over there. I could do with some proper raw meat instead of that Whiskas jellied muck they say is good for kittens. Maybe Gregor will drop me off next time he’s fishing over that way πŸ™‚

 
 

Seamus – the Birdwatcher

Our Seamus is still confined to indoor living as he isn’t due his second vaccination for a week or two yet but he is champing at the bit to get out there – particularly when he spots the early morning flock of visiting thrushes from Scandinavia —

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Our bedroom windowsill makes an ideal viewing platform πŸ™‚