Lots to think about and process with all the discussions I have had over the last evening or so. I was nailed down to give my view on the “Independence” debate and it really does make you think and also speak respectfully about who you think you are and where you belong and even explain to some one what it is to be “Scottish”. Generally the “pub conversations” are healthy and are two-way as you can quickly walk away if it takes a dive and chat to more interesting people.
Sometimes when I talk to people I am not in a position to say what I really think to what I am hearing and let some pretty heavy racism/stereotyping go unpunished. It is not as though I am going to change any one’s opinion. Yesterday I was some one’s company in the afternoon and I have never heard so many stereo types in such a short time. Felt like having a shower after, find the only way to deal with this is either ignore it or make fun of it. Evening at the Inn was far more thought-provoking although when I mentioned what I was talking about to another table, an hour later I was pulled up as I had set them off on their own discussion. It brought to mind when I came in at six, looking around the bar my first thought was no wonder people like coming here it is just like some one’s front room.
Anyway yesterday morning showed a little more than a dusting on the Cullin but still windy,
not gales but too fresh and the same went for today as well. Looking at the forecast for next week it is looking pretty shoddy from the west and south-west. Dougal and Co will get lots of exercise. The bike can be used as a wee cheat when you cannot be bothered going for a walk, going around the long way to the shop on the bike is almost like being on a scooter. As usual the dogs love it although the sheep are nervous.
One of these years I am going to be doing wood at the right time of year. A little short of time in drying the wood before it ends on the stove. The beech is stacked off to the side and will stay there until next year. Once the larch is dried from being out in the rain it will be ready for burning a lot sooner. So this batch is all blocked and just needs to be chopped and stacked.
It is not too bad a setting to do this and even into the evening.
Always think of the title of one of Jim Hunter’s albums when this moon shows it’s face. Fingernail Moon. It is a slightly fatter fingernail, more a cuticle but still beautiful.
Always like breaking up the day and fed the bees in the afternoon, this way you do not get fed up stuck on the one job. Been a couple of weeks since I had last been there and was surprised that there was another full frame I could take out.
Proud of my little workers. Even today they were out flying although not sure if there is much about for them. Although I may be corrected but I think this will be the first honey produced in Camusterrach in over 40 years. I love being part of the living heritage of a place as my uncle, Robert, would have been the last to keep bees in the Schoolhouse garden. Just a nice thought. Hoping to have enough next year to either purchase or at least use a separator. Note to self, must order garlic and oxalic acid, to plant and check on varroa. Undecided even now but may head to Inverinate to see Sketch, weather and fishing, are part of the decision.