This post should have appeared on 4th June
No bloody dolphins either.
Even the Sheerwater, our weekly splurge of a tenner and escape from everything to remind ourselves of why we live here and how lucky we are has been pants this year. The last two weeks have been vomit voyages, this week no one was ill but we didn’t see anything. Nothing. Nada. Not a thing. And even worse the bloody boat was packed – 32 people including all of the school children who wanted to sit next to Scarlett and Davies who didn’t want to sit next to them so I swapped places and took the hit and consequently got kicked and buffeted about by small children who can’t sit still. Argh.
I think there was one guillemot, a pair of shearwaters so distant they were not worth remarking on and a shag. That was it. Not even a bonxie let alone a cetacean or a shy porpoise.
I made wraps for lunch this morning, then we set off for the Sheerwater and when we came home Ady and I faffed about with the plastic for the wee polytunnel. We now have A Plan so will get that sorted, hopefully tomorrow. There has been a mix up with the collection of the drainage pipe from Inverness (as in I thought I was waiting for the courier to let me know when they were collecting it so I could pay for it, they just went to collect it and it was not actually there because I have not paid for it – classic Highland ways of poor communication!) but I think it is sorted now so fingers crossed that will be here next week sometime.
Then we went down for the monthly residents meeting and stopped for a beer afterwards. Looking forward to Big Dave visiting tomorrow, need some proper socialising with non Rum folk – it feels like far longer than 2 weeks ago that The Barts were here.