It’s Wednesday, it’s doing what it’s been doing all winter, raining and blowing a gale. The waterfall across the glen is gushing and all the burns are flowing at a rate of knots. Yesterday was blowy, it was a day spent fighting with the washing on the line, each towel and sheet with more pegs than I could count and still Stuart had to chase a sheet across the garden whilst I was out walking the dogs. But at least the sun shone for the most part.
It’s funny watching the Siskins trying to fly in this weather, they take off and appear to be stuck in a wind tunnel – which I suppose it is here in Glen Drynoch – making no headway at all until they decide to fly sideways to the nearest fence post for a rest. Feeding is a challenge as they make a made dash between gusts (35mph today) to reach the feeders that are swinging furiously on the brackets on my ‘Totem pole’ feeding station. Once they are there it’s just fine it’s the mission to get there that creates the hilarity!
By 4:30pm, I had completed all my tasks for the day: 1. making more potato scones for my guests, all frozen down and bagged up ready to warm in the toaster to order. I make my own because you can’t buy potato scones that are dairy/gluten free and I pride myself in being able to serve guests as great a variety for breakfast even if they do have allergies and food intolerances. 2. servicing the rooms – dead easy 3. doing a ‘shop’ in Portree :-/. 4. having a brief nap (well when you get up at 06:30 every day and don’t get to bed until 23:00 most nights, a nap after lunch is a positive MUST!). So I rallied myself and decided to walk the dogs and deliver Skye MRT (Skye Mountain Rescue) wrist bands to Paul at the Oyster Shed in Carbost, to go with the charity box he very kindly displays on his counter.
I love the Oyster shed, I love Oysters and have done ever since the local pub/restaurant in our village in Hampshire used to have an Oyster Festival. The landlords son-in-law was a fishmonger at Billingsgate Fish market in London and would bring down, thousands of Oysters, Langoustines and other various fishes for sale, served with champagne and paella – twas a wonderful day – sadly they don’t do it anymore which is a real pity as it was a huge success. Anyway, Paul farms oysters in Loch Harport and they are a real treat. So fresh and tasty I am rarely able to resist the temptation of buying half a dozen (but I force myself sometimes – I have to – otherwise I would spend a fortune on them).
As I walked the dogs who were eagerly awaiting their swim in the loch, I passed by the cliff that edges the service road to Carbost Pier and what did I see on this fabulously drench day? but violets and bluebells (well actually one of each) but they were flowering which is a real herald of warmer weather.
The dogs had a great time swimming in the loch retrieving a tennis ball taking it in turns (they won’t swim together – or rather Lila won’t get in the water if Tali is swimming – must be to do with the fact that Tali is a really fast, strong swimmer and Lila feels out swum) to retrieve the ball and bring it back to me. After they had been dried off and promised cheese when they got home for being so clever – funny how they understand the word cheese – we all piled into the car for the short drive home.
It’s a wonderful sight, new lambs in a field. There’s a small croft at Carbostmore (just before Carbost) and there in the meadow near the loch are three little lambs, with their mums, already smudged with a nice blue bit of paint to show who they belong to. They are a few days old now, more confident and skipping around.
Then at Drynoch, just as you change down to climb the hill up to the Dunvegan road, there are more little lambs, only about a day old (they weren’t there yesterday) with their mums across the far side of the meadow. They’re all bright white and fluffy, quite a different colour from their mums who have been rubbing up against all sorts. A real message that now Easter becons and even though it is still very wet and blowy, spring is really here – finally, which means summer must be on its way.
And finally news of my car. She’s not dying and she’s not going to cost me my life savings, she was just a little poorly, but the nice man at ETV Commercials has fixed her little problem which I am reliably informed was a simple thing – the boost pressure censor – thank goodness for that! So I can collect her tomorrow – I am really quite excited. ‘Will I sleep?’ I ask myself, can I contain my excitement and wait until tomorrow to collect her? Well I have no choice on that score as they didn’t call until 5pm and I was out with the dogs and Stuart took the call. By the time I had finished delivering wrist bands and walking the dogs everyone had well and truly left for the day 🙁 but tomorrow is another day and I will have my lovely car back Whey Hey!!!! I can hardly wait!