Unkown Knots

04/01/2005

A change to-day as a more southerly air stream picks up, in fact it was strong overnight with lots of noise in the trees around the Tower of Glen Trollaigh. However, this morning it is pretty miserable and varying degrees of rain plague us all day. Not much chance of work in the garden, so I jump at the offer of a day’s work on the Diana Drummond seaweed harvesting vessel, now officially named “Mhairi Katharine” in honour of John and Erica’s granddaughter. When the Kerr’s offer work, they mean it and I am put to hard physical labour for most of the day. My suggested visit to the local hostelry at Clachan Seil is swept aside in favour of a stream of orders about things to be done, usually involving heavy lifting, unknown knots or grease. I become cold and wet through, however I am forced through the pain and moisture barriers, and feel that I have achieved something positive to-day. I am glad to be home as darkness falls, Our Mhairi has conjured up superb sausages, a personal favourite, and I am allowed to rest in front of the TV, Ardbeg in hand until the Great Bed calls. Yours Aye, Archie, The Baron Trollaigh.