Monday, 26 October 2009

Sunrise 0717, Sunset 1642

No idea how these times relate to the changing of the clocks.

That Fall Back thing used to be quite welcome in city life, I seem to remember that 'extra hour' was a great thing of almost mythological importance - stoking up the batteries for the winter to come, or maybe partying like hell the night before and seriously needing several more hours in bed for the rest of the week.

Up here though it's just an excuse to get confused and to be forced to change routine - all of which to my grumpy little mind is totally unnecessary and a complete waste of energy. It's far worse in the spring of course - but still a pain in autumn. We've adjusted to it this time by changing the time of our evening meal - it now being after the goats have been done, rather than before as it was in the summer. This change is designed to minimise the disruption to the goats, and maximise the use of available light.

Meanwhile, The Girl and I went fishing yesterday. We got very wet. I mean very, like really. We lost our spinner (I think that's what it's called), got really really wet, and cold and caught nothing (except, as the girl brightly remarked, "We nearly caught our deaths!"). Spirits were restored through the application of hot cocoa and tomato cuppa soup* when we got home, swiftly followed by watching Merlin on BBC iPlayer. And all was well.

* I knew someone once whose main income was cleaning caravans in a caravan park. She used to delight us with tales of the things holiday makers used to leave behind - "I haven't bought soap or toilet paper in weeks". The cuppa soup has a similar history - not something we would buy, but visitors bring all sorts of exotic things and they are always a delight**

** Though I must confess- we've had a couple of Heinz sponge puddings in the cupboard for over 12 months. We've eaten a couple of them - and when I was a kid I loved 'em - but somehow they are no match for my own sponge puds (which I always bake cos steaming is too much faff and they're nicer baked anyway), and I find making my own sponge puds to be less faff than boiling the tinned stuff, then fighting the hot tin with tin opener etc. So there they sit (until the donors return, when they shall be fed them).***

***Sorry about the footnoting of footnotes. I remember being told off at school for an overuse of parentheses - "Most immature Lee" - but surely the footnoting of footnotes is far worse.

Saturday, 24 October 2009

The return

Jussi and The Girl are back. This means I can start to see the funny side of things again.

Phew.

Tuesday, 20 October 2009

Pink letter day

By registered post. From the Crofters Commission.

Here it is, almost verbatum (perhaps not the right word?)

Case Number: Blah blah blah

The application blah blah blah for the Commission's consent to transfer the tenancy of the grazings shares blah blah blah, to you has been approved.

Blah Blah Blah.

The transfer of the tenancy of shares cannot take effect for at least 2 clear months after the date of our decision. You will therefore become tenant of the grazings shares with effect from 16 December 2009 unless, before that date, both parties jointly give notice to us in writing that the assignation is not to proceed. Please note if our decision is appealed to the Scottish Land Court the assignation cannot be recorded until the outcome of the appeal is known.

Blah blah blah

Blah blah blah

Yours sincerely

Blah blah blah.

Wow.

So we are THAT close. We put an offer in to buy the croft in October 2007, conditional upon being awarded shares to the grazings. In those days we were blissfully ignorant of the joys the various laws and procedures surrounding crofting. But hey. ALMOST there.

Hopefully, come December 2009, we'll get another Registered letter telling us it's all gone through. That will be a red letter day. This letter though is only an insipid shade of red.

ALMOST there.

Monday, 19 October 2009

Some days

If you've ever kept goats, I think you'll know how good and obedient and cooperative and wonderful they can be. I guess you'll also know how bloody obstinate they can be too. And how collectively they choose days when they are just not going to do anything you want them to do. And you can feel them laughing at you. And pointing. It's such a laugh. Bloody ha ha ha.

So the other morning I'd decided to get a job done. It was going to be tough, - it was one of those jobs that once started had to be finished - and with just me, in just a day between goat milkings - ooh now that is going to be tricky.

Of course this is the morning that the goats decide to be funny buggas. So I started the job nigh on an hour later than I'd planned - but because the goats had given me hell I'd retreated for a second breakfast around 9:30 and reckoned I could work through without lunch and so could make up the time the goats had cost me.

The job needed the wheelbarrow. The old wheel barrow would be the best. Where is it? Oh yes - full of oats. Empty the oats into the feed bins first. While doing this I noticed the tyre on the wheelbarrow was completely flat - so once emptied I went to reflate the tyre - which promptly exploded.

Oh well - I guess I'll use the new wheelbarrow. Where is it? Oh yes it's down at the cottage - waiting to be used to clean out the guinea pigs. Ach I might as well do that anyway - it'll only take me half an hour - they seriously need cleaning out.

So right here goes. Mix cement in cement mixer. Pour cement into wheelbarrow. Tshht! The new wheelbarrow is bigger than the old one and you can't tip the cement into it. Oh well, I guess I just need to swap wheels and then I'll be able to use the old wheelbarrow with the new wheel.

Can't seem to find a spanner that fits this nut. Best go down to the cottage and get the tool box with all the spanners in it. Good that's it. But the nut on this old wheelbarrow is seriously seized. Need the WD 40. Where is it? Oh yes - it'll be down at the cottage. Oh well off we go.

Right. Good. Sorted. Lets go.

The day continued like this. I worked solid through to about 4:30 - interrupted about once an hour when the chain came off the cement mixer. I stopped about 4:30 cos I'd run out of cement. Job not finished as I'd promised myself. Bollox.

I rushed down to the cottage, hastily threw myself together a toad in the hole with boiled cabbage and onion gravy and was back at the goats by 6.

They played up very merry hell. They knew I was tired and boy did they have fun.

Once doesn't really realise how angry one is until one hears ones echo resounding through the bonnie bonnie glens. Och Aye.

You f*cking little b*stard f*cking b*stards get the f*cking b*stard in there you f*cking b*stards.

I was finshed about 9. 15 hours working - or so - with very little break, very little achieved, in fact main job was probably ruined cos I ran out of cement at a crucial time.

F*cked.

Friday, 16 October 2009

Mystery

I've been shopping in Thurso today. Strangely, it seems to cost the same to buy me a weeks worth of food as it does to buy the family a weeks worth of food. I think the equation looks something like this:

[Feeding] Simon + Jussi + The Girl = [Feeding] Simon + chocolate bars + wee treats + chocolate bars + ooh look I've not had those in ages + chocolate bars.

Wednesday, 14 October 2009

Mmmm

I don't really know what to make of this - I mean agree with having fun - most definitely - but do we really need to go this far? Will we have to make pianos out of all the streets in the world to stop people jumping into cars?




Thanks to No Impact Man for the link. But VW? Oh shit.

Local Food

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Can you hear that?

Absolutely nothing. Well Ok there's the tick of a clock in here, with the tick of the clock in the kitchen as counterpoint, and there was a blackbird singing a minute ago. But nothing.

Jussi and The Girl have left the building. They'll return a week on Friday.

What shall I do now?

Monday, 12 October 2009

Beginnings





9:04 am. A monday morning. I guess you office types are just arriving - still trying to wake up - still feeling a bit niffed over that pillock who cut you up/had a snotty nose on the train/farted next to you on the bus. You've probably remembered how to switch yer PC on and are wondering if you should make yourself a coffee now, or wait until colleague arrives and hope they make one for you.

Good morning one and all. Here are a few piccies from Tom again to brighten up your morning. I've been up since about six, fed and milked the goats (well I helped Jussi do it anyway), lit the fire, just finished breakfast and washed the pots. Time now to relax a wee while before deciding what to do next. No meetings to prepare for, no deadlines to rush at, no morons to work my way around. Good Life.

Sunday, 11 October 2009

Banished





The Girl is having her birthday party. I've been banished. Surely this wasn't supposed to happen for another 5 or 6 years?

Ach well. Tom's photies have interesting titles like "40398.jpg". On this blogger thang, when I get to upload a piccy I don't see a preview of it - until it's too late. And I'm too lazy to wade through picking my favourite. So here, in a rare use of the word 'random', is a random selection.

Saturday, 10 October 2009

Winter medical lexicon

Hoggawoggabogga thumb.
Them there cold winds has got The Girl demanding her hot water bottle. Jussi has a phobia of hot water bottles - it's always my job. I seem to over-tighten the top - and then strain my thumb trying to open it. Pathetic of course but quite painful and debilitating. It's a recurrence of an old injury first mentioned way back.

But I soldier on.

More importantly - Tom has sent through his piccies. Here's one to get started. More to follow.

Friday, 9 October 2009

A VERY IMPORTANT PRIVATE MEETING OF CROFTERS AT THE LAIRDS LODGE

The invite arrived some weeks ago. In capitals. Capitals are funny - and those I use below are those used in the briefing document sent prior to the meeting.

Capitals or no, the turn-out was poor - 15 out of 52 eligible to attend. Surprising, in that the meeting was about money. It was also about solidarity and common purpose and standing up for our rights and making sure we get a good fair deal. The aim of the meeting was to reach consensus so that we could encourage the Scottish Land Court to overturn precedents they had set in the past.

It was about the proposed Wind Farm and how to share a fund to be set up by the developer. As the law currently stands (according to precedent) the funds would be shared amongst Crofters by Reduced Souming rather than Shareholding, a system that discriminates against those who have taken their Shareholding as Apportionment and therefore have a reduced Souming.

In other words, under this system, those who have an Apportionment (and who, generally, have invested (Government grants) heavily in improving it), would lose out on a share of the pot of gold the Wind Farm is hoped to generate. Those who have no Apportionment would get a bigger share. The meeting was an attempt to get all Crofters to agree to division of the funds by Shareholding (and therefore those with Apportionment would get more than the reduced amount they would get if the division was by reduced Souming).

Mmmm - maybe the 15 was dominated by those with Apportionments, and the absent 37 don't? I don't know the answer - the individual driving the proposition last night has Apportionments but claims that under the system proposed he would lose out. There was a strong sense in the meeting that this was about being fair to all, honouring the spirit of a Four Party Agreement made in 2003 (before the troublesome Scottish Land Court Rulings). But I honestly can't say.

Ok - I know you are following me so far. It all gets a bit more complicated because apart from the Original Common Grazing, there was an Enlargement to the Common Grazing (in 1819 apparently), and then a further addition followed the disbanding of a local sheep club in the 1960s. So therefore a complication arises because of the different Shareholdings people have in the different Grazings. Indeed some Crofters have shares in some parts of the Grazing but not in others, and the Soumings attached to the Shareholdings differ in each Grazing. Furthermore, the location of the boundaries between these Grazings are uncertain. There is a map, but it was made a long time ago and no-one trusts it. There is a ditch and peat dyke that someones grandad showed him many years ago and has now disappeared, and there is the remains of a stone dyke which runs up from Ally's Pool but which is also now largely gone.

The Original Grazing has 252 and 7/8th shares. "The traditional registered area is 1196 hectares" (2,955 acres) - all local Crofters have a share. Each share has a Souming of 8 sheep.

The Enlargement carries 85 shares ("according to the current register"), and "traditionally" has an area of 635 hectares. Each share carries a Souming of 9 sheep. Some Crofters have shares in this area.

The 1960s extension carries 31 shares with each share carrying a Souming of "20 sheep plus 4 cows (ie 36 sheep). Does anyone know how big this is? Only some Crofters have shares in this extension.

A further complication arises because of mathematical anomolies exist on how the Scottish Land Court has ruled over Apportionments. At its simplest the Shareholding is Apportioned by Shareholding as a proportion of total shares and total land area. The anomoly is, if each Crofter had an equal Shareholding, each successive Crofter seeking Apportionment is entitled to Apportion a % reduction over what the previous Crofter was entitled to. For example, if there were 10 Crofters each having one share in a total Grazing of 1000 hectares, the first Crofter would get 100 hectares - ie 10% of the total. The second Crofter would only get 810 hectares though - this is because, after Apportionment, there are still considered to be ten Crofters sharing the Grazing, but the total area of the Grazing is considered to be 900 hectares. The last Crofter to Apportion in this scenario gets 38 hectares. Under this methodology, in some ways the Apportionment is considered Common Grazing, but in other ways it is not - in the same breath.

Apparently, our Grazings have not been Apportioned in this way, but equivalent (and more complicated) mathematical anomolies are present. In addition, in the case of Apportionments in our Common Grazings, irrespective of which Common Grazings on which an Apportionment was located; Souming reductions were applied to both Original and Extension Grazings. These Souming reductions did not folloow a mathematic formula although apparently this is reasonable as sheep are not mathematicians and "do not respect which grazing they heft on".

And all that is before you start to try to factor in the relative quality of the land Apportioned.

Fortunately, the Clerk of the Grazing Committee to whom responsibility for making sense of all this has been delegated (by the Grazing Committee of the 1960s Grazing extension) has particular 'expertise in the uncertainty of measurement', an expertise that extends to the 'complex mathematics of the Allocation of commingled hydrocarbons in shared Pipelines'. As you would expect he has lots of letters after his name, and quite a few in front to boot.

He would like to see an Allocation based entirely upon the size of Shareholding (ie number of shares) as any deviation would breach the ""Fair & Equitable" principle."

As stated in his briefing document: "The core issue is just what constitutes a Common Grazing." Are Apportionments technically a part of the Common Grazing? He goes on to argue that even though Apportionment extinguishes the Souming, it should not extinguish the Shareholding. The reasoning behind this strikes me as sound and basically boils down to the fact that even though a Crofter may have extinguished his Souming he is still responsible for his share of the costs of maintaining the rest of the Grazing, such as fencing etc.

I know you've followed this. But there is a flaw which appears to be being ignored and which stands up and shouts way before you start worrying about Apportionments. The Crofters are assuming that they should be sole beneficiaries of the Community Fund, that is because they have sole rights over the use of the Grazings and they will lose out over the Resumption of the Grazings. But in every other wind farm community fund I know about it is the whole community that benefits, not just the directly affected landowners and tenants.

And lordy me - that is going to be a much bigger fight. Oh yessirree.

Ooops - I forgot to describe the meeting - and the odd sounding remarks made about other people who weren't named and that I didn't understand but that sent ripples of quiet derision across the floor, and the somewhat indelicate remarks made by the legal representative about incomers, the northern divers question and oh so much more. And you may be interested in these but I don't believe you are still awake. And anyway I am not.


Ketchup

I mean catch-up - apologies to all those surfers who found me whilst searching for the perfect ketchup recipe.

Last weekend we had unexpected visitors - stayed for two nights. Real Life! I've sort of not blogged cos Tom is an ace photographer and I was hoping to post some of his piccies but he's not sent them to me yet.

It's was a busy time - I had some consultancy work to finish off, a committee meeting to go to where I was volunteered for the Tattie Splatter (it was a choice between that and the Belgian Waitress and the grins when I was offered the Belgian Waitress were very frightening indeed - so Tattie Splatter it is). Like you, I don't understand any of this.

And then on Monday we (nearly) finished the floor in the new stable but ran out of cement. Tuesday I was Nacked as a result of all the hard work the day before, and there was a parents evening at which we learnt that The Girl was suddenly blowing all the teachers away with her creative writing skills. Then on Wednesday - on a bit of a spur of the moment, I had a job application to write in between attending a 'sale of works' (aka jumble sale) at the school.

Yesterday was a frantic shop for oats and hay and shreds and sheep crunch and wood and roof for the stable and birthday presents for The Girl and we forgot to get antifreeze and cement. Then there was a VERY IMPORTANT PRIVATE MEETING AT THE LAIRDS HOUSE - which I'll try to fashion into a separate post.

And next week we have The Girls birthday and then I get left alone with thousands of goats to feed and milk in the freezing October darkness all on me own for almost two weeks. Oh shit.


Friday, 2 October 2009

Anticipation

Yesterday, probably about the time that Town Mouse was out taking these superb piccies, I was out in Thurso getting thoroughly soaked. It rained proper bouncing off the pavement rain, making little miserable me mope twixt shop and emergency crap coffee in a cafe.

But this morning was glorious. Still, sunny and just a wee bit cold. If I'd had my camera when I went up to get the girls carrot* I could have captured some wonderful rising sun glinting off hills type piccies. Well I could have tried anyway.

After morning coffee, with freshly charged batteries camera and I went for a walk.

Look a cat.








Some of you may remember this. Yesterday, before I got soaked in Thurso, I wandered around with flat batteries and counted 14 thriving young willows
- pretty good I reckon - and I found nothing like 46 dead willow sticks so there may be other living willows, but I've forgotten where I planted them. Maybe.



I forget to take piccies of the Scots Pine.

But a couple of them are limping on, a couple are distinctly dead-looking. The limping ones are
in soaked soil in an exposed place
(but we've had a dry summer) and the dead ones in a shaded spot in dry soil (but close to a rhodie - I didn't have the heart to dig it out - I mean it flowered in Spring and was such a delight of colour - it's possible the young and tender Scots Pines found the soil a bit toxic).









We have lots of fennel, but despite lots of good foliage, the bulb - the bit I was growing it for - is disappointing. Maybe I should have put more effort into earthing up.
They all have good carrot-like roots but I suspect this part isn't considered edible and trying to find an answer to whether or not the root is edible is confounded in google by lots of people referring to the bulb as roots. Silly people.


















Meanwhile - we await in great anticipation for the apple harvest.
This single apple - Stirling Castle - is the only fruit we'll get from the 'orchard' this year - but still infinitely more than we expected. It's a cooker - and I worry how I can cook a apple for three and ensure the taste of the apple wins against anything else I put in to make the dish big enough for three.

But when should I harvest it? It is still firmly attached to tree but I'm starting to feel greedy by leaving it on the tree. I check it daily. It's time is soon.

Maybe tonight.
The other great point of anticipation is the weather - forecast 60 mph+ gusts tonight. Not quite as bad as 96 kph but still scary enough.

And we'll be eating fennel tonight - cos apparently it's good for wind.


* I go up to the garden to get a carrot for her pack lunch most mornings

Thursday, 1 October 2009

Sunrise 0720, Sunset 1851


The plan this morning was to post a few piccies - but the camera is out of batteries, so while they are recharging here's a word on routines. And a random goat piccy from the archives to brighten up your day.

Jussi gets up at 5:30, breakfasts, brings me a cuppa around 6 and goes off to do the goats. Generally I doze until around 7:30 when I get up and start rousing Ailsa for school.

At 5:30 in the morning it is dark.

Our evening meal is around 6pm. Jussi and Ailsa go up to do the goats at 6:30, Ailsa returns about 7:45, and Jussi about 8:30pm. At 8:30 in the evening it is dark.

This morning was a little unusual. I woke up around 5, and so I got up soon after Jussi and made myself a cuppa and came back to bed to ....... wait for it ...... work!

Work at the moment means contributing to a report discussing aspects of a couple of projects funded by the Ashden Awards. It's interesting work and I quite like the fact that people associated with Ashden are occasional readers of this blog - and I still get the odd hit from the mention they've made of me in their blog. Which is nice.

A little after 7:30 went to wake Ailsa. I opened her bedroom door and ...... the bed was empty. There was a heap of bedclothes on the floor and no Ailsa. Momentary Panic. I mean in this house you always know where people are. You hear them moving around. I'd been awake since 5 and not heard a sound from Ailsa. How was it she was not in her bed?

Racing brain quickly reviewed the options: Had she got up early and gone to do the goats? - No, I would have heard. Had she sneaked downstairs to watch tv? No surely I would have heard. Was she on the loo? No. Aaaargh!

Then I noticed a small foot poking out from under the bedclothes. Ahhh. She had fallen out of the bed during the night, somehow managed to stay asleep in a jumbled heap beside the bed. How cute is that?

Routines will change shortly. After much heart-searching Jussi and Ailsa are soon to go off to Hamburg for about 10 months - I mean days. I reckon it'll feel like months. This means that I will have to do all the goat work. Omagod.

Tuesday, 29 September 2009

Return of the idyll

That last post was a bit gloomy eh? Truth is though, sometimes it's better to express those bad feelings rather than sit on them and let them fester. The wind died hours after that post - to be replaced - for one morning only - by Summer. Big Summer Blast. Blue skies, blazing heat. Wonderful.

By afternoon it was raining. After only two and a half days it has now stopped raining - though it is still a bit misty. The English language is surprisingly lacking in words for rain. Rain has many guises. The rain here is most often mist-like. Usually it's driving mist which can be very wetting but can also be very refreshing. For the last couple of days we've had torrential mist - very wet, very heavy but also very fine, and quite silent. And an awful lot of it.

Last night I popped outside to check that it was still raining - and indeedy it was. And the scene by our cottage door was of a hedgehog eating the cat food. One cat eating a rabbit, and the other cat torn between jealously watching the hedgehog and jealously watching her daughter devour rabbit. I mean, I ask you, on a scale of 10, how high does that score for blissful ruralism?

Meanwhile I'm trying to knock out a tender for the building works on the house. I'd drafted it and asked a pal in the trade to comment on it. He didn't exactly tear it to shreds - but after I've absorbed all his comments it will look very different from my first draft - and a good few acres of trees longer to boot.

But I'm also working (shock horror) - got a bit of consultancy work and this needs to take precedence. And I've got a brew to be bottled, an accountant to see this week (hopefully) and still the behemoth of the grant application for our empire building to complete. Hey ho. Onwards onwards.

Friday, 25 September 2009

The wiiiiiiind! The wiiiiind.

A few days ago I complained about the wind - and the impending doom of winter. It's been windy ever since. I've been watching weather forecasters say how nice the autumn weather is here and there - no mention of our winds.

Windy it is. And yet not. The weather maps show winds gusting to 15 to 20 miles per hour. Which is windy. And yet not. Last winter we regularly had winds gusting to 40, 50 mph, and on a couple of occasions at least 60 to 80 mph. Therefore it is not windy. I don't care what you tell me about being blown over picking the runner beans, or scooping various items of garden furniture from the common - and the washing of course - it is not windy.

We had lots of visitors over the summer - and they asked us how we survived last winter. And we told them. It was fine - we survived - it was fun - we expected it to be bad - and it was - but it was fine - we just wrapped up and survived. All this is true - and in the summer heat it all seemed so - well academic really. But now - after days of not windy really - the thought of winter, and the thought of real wind, is beginning to scrape away on the insides of my rib cage - not nice I promise!

The thought of winter, the spectre of winter really is starting to get to me. People have told us that it is the second winter that finishes off the good lifers, the neo, proto and quasi hippies. The second winter does 'em in. They pack up and beat a hasty retreat to softer climes as soon as they emerge from their winter pits after the second winter.

After last winter (our first) - I thought - well fine - it was a bad winter, it was a windy winter, it was a cold winter - if that's as bad as it gets we'll be fine. But this looming fear of a winter that hasn't even started yet is taking me by surprise. Looming doom gloom.

Will the second winter be the end of our aspirations for life in the Highlands?

Wednesday, 23 September 2009

A bit of politics


The whole Obama change thing - he promised health reform, peace in the middle east, action on climate change. USA leading the world.

But he's failing on all fronts. China upstaged him at the UN yesterday, Israel has refused to enter talks with Palestine - insisting that the current talks are talks about talks rather than talks - a sleight to Obama's authority, and the whole health care thing is a mess. It suits me to have a visionary leftish US leader, but he's starting to look weak and ineffective.

Meanwhile the Danes have suggested that the Copehagen Summit in December might not reach any agreement to supercede the Kyoto Protocol, a sentiment no doubt influenced by our current economic turmoil as well as the apparent inability of the US to sign up to anything - Obama's charisma doesn't extend to promising US citizens any infringement of their 'right' to create 19 tonnes of CO2 per head per annum (cf China - less than 5 tonnes).

The US administration is very different under Obama - the whole renewable energy thing is progressing very well - the USA has changed a great deal in a very short time - but world leading? I don't think so.

Maybe we have to shift our focus and cast our hopes onto China. Unencumbered with democracy, the Chinese government has the power, and as a nation they have the economic might to really shake things up. Can they do it? Yes they can. Though I suspect they'll exact a high price for their reforms. They are recent victors of economic wars, in their view the climate is stuffed because of things we've done - and they'll make us pay retribution. Perhaps rightly.

And actually, I think we have to hope they will. China is a strange bed fellow for us lilly livered pinko liberals - sympathisers of Tibet (and all the other ethnic groups getting crushed in China), objectors to huge dam projects, the proliferation of coal power stations and all the rest. But I think I'm pinning my hopes on China to lead the world in Copenhagen in December.

I'm a little queasy about this. But I don't care really. Copenhagen is our last chance to save life on our planet as we know it - and maybe China is our last realistic hope of achieving anything there.

Tuesday, 22 September 2009

Windy returns

Inverness rocks! It was all good - the charity shops, the other shops, the pub (Castle Tavern) the tapas bar near the castle and the shower in the hotel. We returned via the (no show) dolphins in Fortrose and the Nigg Ferry - and the excitement of the traffic lights in Lairg.

D&D had looked after the goats just fine and it was all good.

We've returned to wind, wind and more wind. It's a warm wind. But at the end of the day wind is wind eh? It sounds a lot worse, sitting inside, than it actually is when you get out there. It feels slightly foreboding. It's only September. It's gonna get a whole lot worse.

For now though, the garden is spewing veg, the goats are happy and all is good.

Friday, 18 September 2009

FBDO and FBNO!! **


Tomorrow we have goat sitters. Jussi will milk in the morning and then we'll head off leaving the goats in the capable hands of D&D.

We will go to Inverness and visit shops. This, coupled with all the traffic and the people and the noise and the smells will be a bit of a shock. We will eat in a restaurant - food cooked by someone else! We will stay in a hotel. It will be warm. We will drink in a pub and there will be more people, people who have no recollection of cave dwelling. We will breakfast in the hotel - eat vastly more than is necessary, visit more shops and drive back, stopping every 2 miles or so when Ailsa gets car sick. It will be an adventure. A swan song before the hatches get bolted and we hunker down for Autumn storms and winter toe dropping-off-with-the-cold.

Wow. Really not sure how I'll cope with all the thrills. Will Jussi be able to relax so far away from the goats? Will Ailsa be able to survive not seeing the first episode of the restart of Merlin? Will my veg be OK?

Tonight I'm cooking pasties for D&D - all veg from the garden. There'll be onions and garlic and parsnips and carrots and chard in the pasties and we'll eat them with THE CAULIFLOWER and maybe broad beans - if only I'd thought ahead could have used goat meat in the pasties.

But just now I can't think straight - the anticipation of a day out is killing!

**FBDO and FBNO - Fruit Bat Day Out, Fruit Bat Night Out. Don't ask! -
"Oh those yellow bats of Texas
They are not really bats
They're only imitation
And they wear yellow hats
You can tell they're phoney
Cos when they're on the wing
They make all the noises
They dance and shout and sing

eh eh eh eh eh eh eh
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eh eh eh eh eh eh
eh eh eh eh eh eh
eh eh eh eh eh eh
eh eh eh eh eh eh eh
eh eh eh eh eh eh"

Tuesday, 15 September 2009

How many cauliflowers does it take to feed three people?

Last night the answer was three - and even then they had to be supplemented with carrots and lots of mashed potato. The cauliflowers are very tasty but extremely small. Out of the ten or so plants I've had only one looks as though its going to get anywhere near what you might consider cauliflower sized.

But why? They were all planted at the same time, in the same bed, with the same spacing, and they've all been subjected to the same watering regime, feeding regime, caterpillarpickingoff regime, slugpickingoff regime, weed control, et cetera. Why does one cauliflower decide that it will invest in a good canopy of leaves and therefore have the energy produce a decent enough head while the others just faff about looking pathetic?

And does the success of one cauliflower mean that I should invest the time and energy and try them again next year, or does the pathetic eau de cauliflower meals we've had from the other nine mean that I should abandon any fantasies of cauliflower cheese forever and ever. Amen?

Monday, 14 September 2009

Friday night 18

I suspect you'll find it hard to believe, but Jussi and I have not had a night in the pub, or a night out anywhere for that matter, since February. That's a hell of a long time to go without a night out. There are lots of reasons for this, but it mainly comes down to the arrival of the kids and the constant overhead of feeding and milking.

Friday night 18 was actually a Saturday and was relatively uneventful. It was bingo night so half of the revellers disappeared into a back room for much of the evening. (To play bingo silly!). The remaining half dozen or so punters took it in turns to ask us if we were enjoying our holiday. This was quite depressing really - I mean we know them by name, but after a few drams and bevvies we instantly become tourists. Maybe it's a feature of rural life - if you're not a face that has been around all their lives the jigsaw pieces of face recognition aren't sufficiently hard-carved to survive a thorough alcohol wash**. But things were jolly enough after we'd explained who we were, where we were living, what we were doing, where we were from and the name of that shopping centre in Hull that is by the water and they'd apologised profusely. Some even asked for cheese - even a sober one!

Massively enjoyable in a get away from the house sort of way. And we'll get a night out next week too. Not sure if I can cope with this level of excitement.

**And yet I suspect they could still identify their sheep.

Thursday, 10 September 2009

090909

Last night, on the BBC news, this date was described as a palindrome. It is not. 90909 is a palindrome but who gives the zero to the month if they're not giving it to the day? But I'm not about to get the green ink out. Bah humbug.

Saturday was mainly wet and horrid. I've spent some time trying to upload a video to entertain you on your horrid days but YouTube is giving me jip and now the weather has improved I've given up.

Yesterday a man from the ministry came out and measured our fields. Apparently they are smaller than they were when he measured them a few months ago. Every year we have to fill in a form saying how big our fields are as part of claiming a grant to help po' marginal farmers like us. We don't get the grant ever - because no one applied for a grant in 2006. Makes sense huh? But we still have to complete the grant form because eventually they'll shift the base line year and if we haven't applied for a grant in the base line year, irrespective of whether or not we get a grant in the new base line year, we'll not get a grant. I hope you're following all this.

Honestly - it's enough to drive you to sheep farming. Crofters who keep sheep are fond of telling you how busy they are. I've often wondered what keeps them so busy - as actually you don't see them out all that often (usually at odd times at the weekend). I now realise that they are busy filling in forms.

Thursday, 3 September 2009

Fare dos

Yesterday I mentioned that I went to a meeting on Sunday. The meeting on Sunday was in Eddrachillis, a detail I mention because I like the name. It's about two hours drive from here. The meeting lasted about two hours and decided little, but we all felt better afterwards.

The highlight of these meetings is the lunch. Clearly aware of the distances people travel to attend, the lunches have become a ritual whereby everyone contributes. The only rule is that all offerings must be home made and preferably home grown to boot. So on Sunday we had beetroot soup and marrow soup with bread, and goats cheese. There was also marrow chutney, gooseberry jam and rhubarb jam, all of which complemented the cheese very nicely, and afterwards we all had fresh apples. All homegrown/home made.

And then the two hour journey home. We lift share of course, so the journeys are jolly enough with much swapping of gossip and scandal - most of it, I imagine, grossly exaggerated.

I arrived home in time to dash up to the garden and pick a selection of broad beans and runner beans to lightly steam for tea. The veg plot has been providing nearly all our veg needs for a good few weeks now, and by jimmeny it's been grand!

At the moment we have plenty* of broad beans. I've always resented buying fresh broad beans cos you buy more pods than beans, but I love them and will never tire of them and I am hugely enjoying the luxury of having broad beans every other day. In between we're getting peas, runner beans, cauliflower, cabbage and the odd courgette and lots of parsely, and onions and carrots.

The next meeting, in October, will be in Skerray. Much closer to home. I'm wondering about goats cheese and broad bean jam. What do you think?




*Millions and millions and millions and millions

Wednesday, 2 September 2009

La raccolta della patata



I've been reading. I go through phases, reading and not reading. Just now it fits with the schedule - Jussi awakens me in the morning with a cuppa before she goes to the goats and I have half an hour to read before getting up and getting Ailsa up and ready for school.

By chance, the last two books I've read were based in Italy. And it has unbalanced me - my senses seem to be yearning for the scent of carob, the whine of moped and the crunch of sunflower husks under foot. And the light! And the heat - that almost lightly grilled lamb scent of skin in hot sun. Mama Mia!

Instead I've been in wind and rain, or when they relent, midges, digging up the tatties.
And here is the harvest. Not as much as I hoped - even allowing for the fact that much had already been harvested as black leg threatened - but not bad - and I'm quite pleased. I've dug them up early - they'd died back too quickly and I suspected blight so best to lift them asap - and indeed there were a few distinctly mushy ones. I'm hoping that with the obviously infected ones removed, these will last long enough for us to eat them - if the harvest had been more prolific I would have doubted our chances.

But there is so much to do - and so many interruptions, delightful and otherwise. I was at a meeting on Sunday and someone used the phrase 'time management' - the first time I heard that for 18 months or so - and it echoed inside like the jangling chains of a ghoul. Oh yes - time management - prioritise what you have to do and do things at the top of the list. Stop fannying about, stop faffing around and hiding in the things that are easy or heaven forbid, enjoyable and do the stuff that needs to be done.


**Hopefully, there is someone out there whose translation skills are better than Babelfish. This isn't quite what I meant!