that's pretty sad considering theres only half a dozen of us here.
*makes mental note to post more cat pictures*
You are almost single handedly keeping this place alive, keep on posting Confused..... I will try and jump in a little more often, more bird pics (perhaps Dog pics, look out cats!) as soon as I find my ambition......
Post by thesentientpasty on May 12, 2018 10:50:51 GMT
Campervans, huh? When I was shackled to the diesel mines at work, we'd get loads in on a Friday, filling up. 'Heading up north?', I'd ask ... and invariably they were, for a long weekend/week/fortnight trickling around the mountains and lochs just a few short hours away. Jealous? Damn right. The very idea of waking up in the middle of nowhere with maybe a distant sheep for a neighbour sounded idyllic. Get the kettle on, smell the fresh air. Do Nothing.
And - now we're on the verge of cash - Mrs Bez and I have discussed the purchase (or otherwise) of a second-hand camper. It's very tempting.
But ... I need one of these first:
And I'm going to sail it thirty miles to here, 'cos it looks nice:
... before landing here, a further ten miles away ...
... this beach is about two miles from the nearest road. I am going to watch the sun set from this beach, have a wee dram, and chill out, mightily.
Post by thesentientpasty on May 12, 2018 11:00:55 GMT
...but I don't think I'll go to Mingulay. At least, not in the winter.
The ferocity of the weather should not be underestimated. In 1868 a huge wave washed over the top of Geirum Mor, taking the sheep with it. The summit of the islet is 51 metres (170 ft) above sea level.
Yep - a Wayfarer. Big enough to be safe, small enough to be fun. Camp for two, or day-sail with four. They're a couple of grand, second-hand. Not being a fixed keelboat, they're ideal for beaching. OR sailing to Norway, if you're completely barking mad, like Frank Dye.
Post by thesentientpasty on Jun 5, 2018 0:54:33 GMT
Money's arrived. My bank account, typically 55p by payday, is five very healthy figures, not including pence. Debts, credit cards, and loans paid off! The boat is moments away - I've spent the day fitting a towbar in the sunshine, dreaming dreams. The evening? A glass of Bunnahabhain. Tomorrow? Speaking to the mortgage guys. All is good. And - best of all - four days until I'm redundant.
Just back from a weekend in the Peak District with my biking pals. They all prefer the bunkhouse but, me, I like my tent.
Picture me, in my 20 year old Equinox with the gas lantern roaring. My short wave radio, with a wire aerial running out of the tent to the bike, bringing in amateurs from around the world. I'm reading Chris Hadfield's book about space exploration while sipping from a can of slimline G&T. Does it even get any better??
so while enjoying the dumpster fire that is my job and are moments of actual lovely.
passing by the customer service desk (usually best avoided because theres no one on it and an irate queue is forming) I spied a lovely assistance doggy and his owner. the women was getting out of one of the go-cart buggies customers can borrow. I thought she was trying to stretch up to get a magazine and went to see if she needed help. oh, she was done shopping but needed someone to carry her bags to the car. oh no probs, i'll help. I fetched a trolley to put the bags in, oh and this little wicker basket too. oh no, that's the dogs basket for the dog to carry!
so the good boy doggie picks up his shopping and leads his owner to the car with me behind. its was very windy that day and hard going so the lady had to stop for a rest halfway (all of about 6 cars distant but might as well be Everest if you can hardly walk).
once we got to her van and I put the shopping away, good boy doggie, whose name I have forgotten, I want to say Virgo. it wasn't virgo but something like that, snuffled on the woman's legs for an epic ear scratchy.
then she took his harness off and he got into his bed in the back of the van. excused from work he got his Very Good Boy treat which was cheese! the women whipped this tube of squeezy primula cheese from her pocket and squeezed it into his mouth!
a Very Good Boy indeed and I got to spend ten minutes hanging out in the sun with him avoiding the tannoy.