Visitors and maybe more but no seals.

Sunday 1st May 2011
Hazel and Sue are due here off the Aberdeen ferry at about 11pm tonight and surprise, surprise, we still have no working shower or bath in the bathroom. Fortunatey the shower in the en-suite (aren't we posh) is OK so we will manage.

There were also rumours that Orkney may have other visitors.
A few days after the royal wedding, a helicopter was seen to drop 2 people off at the Foveran, a good quality restraunt up here. It later came back, picked them up, did a sightseeing flight round the islands and then went off towards the Castle of Mey, the queen mother's house on the north coast of Scotland a few miles away.
It was a real good rumour for a couple of days until somebody in the know spoiled it by stating that there were no members of the royal family on the helicopter.

Once Hazel and Sue got up here we had a reall good touristy week showing them both round. The weather cooperated and we had sun and no wind all week. Pam and I joined Historic Scotland as we are due to have other visitors over the summer and it is cheaper to join than to keep paying every time we go to one of their pay and display monuments.

Of all the famous archeology, natural history and scenic sights that they both wanted to see, they decided that the real treasure in Orkney's crown was the baby clothes, prams and malt whisky shop in Kirkwall. The shop has recieved massive publicity by being mentioned in one of Mark Steele's programmes. Unfortunately, new rules mean that they can not now display the whiskies in the window alongside the prams but they do have hundreds of bottles inside.

We did manage to get round a fair number of other sights during the few days that they were here though.

Skara Brae is of course the one that everybody has to go to. It is an amazing site and makes you realise that neolithic people were very similar to us. It is the little things like the small shelves in the wall by each bed that make it easy to identify with whoever lived there.
When I first went there 40 years ago I was blown away by it. It is not quite so good now because there is a big tourist centre and you are not allowed to actually go down into the houses. 40 years ago there was no centre, no cafe or shop, it was free, there was nobody else there except my mate John Bowker and we just wandered in and out of the houses, sat by the hearths and really got a feel for it.
They get 70,000 visitors a year now so I suppose that they have to protect it but you lose a lot by not being able to just go and sit in the houses.

The other "Must see" places, Maeshowe, the ring of Brodgar, the stones of Stennes and the ring of Brodgar were of course absolutly necessary. They are all very close to each other so at least this made it easier.


This photo is the three of us at Barnhouse village just a hundred yards or so from the stones of Stennes with Stennes Loch in the background.

The weather was beautiful all week but unfortunately this meant that the ring of Brodgar was not at its best. It is normally a magical place and feels mysterious and has a bit of a brooding but in bright sunlight it is just a whole load of stones sticking out of the ground.



It is better in normal Orkney weather (windy and overcast) or sunrise and sunset as in the photo below.





We also managed to fit in The Saga Centre, Orphir round church,The Brough of Birsay and the viking village as well as the rspb hides at Burger Hill and The Loons.
There has been an otter right in front of the Loons hide recently but that would be a bit much to expect so we had to settle for a pretty little dabchick.

Normally if you spend any time at the coast here then you see plenty of seals so it is not worth actually going to look for them. They will turn up anyway. Just because we had visitors though all the seals had "legged it" (Legged it may not be the right phrase for seals). We even made special trips to the Ness at Stromness where there are always seals and to Finstown where not only are there normally grey seals but a single bearded seal from the arctic has lived there for a couple of years. Were there any seals? Not one. We did get a very long range glimpse of a couple on the beach at Birsay from the Birsay tea rooms after a trip to The Brough,the viking village and the Earls palace. It was a real long range view. Even with binoculars (which the tea rooms obligingly always leave by the windows) we could just make them out.

Just to rub salt into the wounds, Hazel and Sue took us for a meal at The Skerries on the southern coast of South Ronaldsay. The lady there was telling us that she has a couple of seals on the beach by her house every day and even has pet names for them. She also has an otter path across her garden and a recently excavated neolithic chambered tomb just outside the door to the restraunt. A full set.

On Friday night I took my sisters back to Kirkwall to catch the ferry back to Aberdeen. We managed a quick pint in The Shore and then that was it. I hope they enjoyed it and maybe they can see a bit of why I love this place.
Sue phone me Saturday morning to let me know that she had seen the porpoises at the end of the breakwater as they entered Aberdeen harbour so I had not lied about all the sea life. Hazel of course missed them as she was still rotting in her bed.

On Thursday it was election day here for the Scottish parliament. Orkney and Shetland have been Liberal party strongholds for more than 50 years but this time there was a strong local independent candidate and the SNP were also expected to do well so it was not a foregone conclusion. In Scotland as a whole, the SNP had a landslide victory but we kept Liam Mcarthur, the lib Dem who lives on Burray a couple of fields away from us. I think that all of Burray had to vote for him as he is the goalkeeper for Burray football team and they did not want to risk losing him.

One-nil to the chickens.

Tuesday 26th April 2011

Another triumph of chickens over humans.
I made a pen in the corner of the field for the Jersey Giants.
As it was in the corner, two sides were already fenced with sheep netting so I just had to fence the other two sides with 4 foot wire netting and fit a gate.
Jersey Giants, as the name implies, are heavy birds and can not fly so no problem then. Anyway, by wednesday morning the cockerel was out again, having flown over the top. The hens came out through the holes in the bottom of the sheep netting.
I raised the netting by another foot and fenced the other two sides over the sheep netting.
The cockerel still gets out over the top but at least the hens are now staying in the pen.

On Tuesday evening I took Molly to her disobedience training. Even allowing for the fact that she had only been out of the kennels for a day, she was remarkably bad.
All the other dogs were, to some degree, doing what they were told but Molly was bouncing about doing her "Catch Me - Catch Me" routine.

I think that I will shoot her, have her stuffed and mounted on a set of castors, then I can tow her round nicely.

On Wednesday, after putting the Jersey Giants back in his pen yet again, I started onaking a chicken mansion for the Orpingtons. At the moment they are locked in the shed. They are not very impressed by this and they are making a mess of the shed so the sooner they are out the better.
They are big chickens and so I have to make a big house for them. As I was building it I was aware that it was getting heavier and heavier but it was not until Saturday when it was finished and we tried to lift it that I realised that it may be a problem.
Pam tried to lift one endand it was to heavy. I lifted the other side and the handles immediately broke.
We finally managed to get it moved by inching it onto the trailer and towing it over the field.


All in all, it has been a fairly busy week and not only with all the chicken stuff. Pam was out most of Thursday, first at her craft group in the morning and then working at the cafe before Claire and Dave came round in the evening for a meal. On top of that we had to get tidied up a bit before Hazel and Sue come up next week. I even had to mow the lawns.

On the plus side of things, I managed to miss the royal wedding on Friday. I wish them both well but I did not really fancy watching a wedding no matter who's wedding it was. I managed to miss it without even trying. In fact I was going to watch the news just to see the pageantry and highlights but I even forgot that. Sometimes making chicken houses is a good option.

Oh! Bye the way, The 28th came and went and the shower is still not finished.

Back to the old routine.

Monday 25th April 2011
Now we are back, I am back to what seems to be my main occupation at the moment, sorting chickens out.
First things first though. I had to pick up Molly from the kennels. It was great to get her back. willful and disobedient though she may be, I still like having her around. She was obviously pleased to see me even though she likes the kennels.
I suppose that it must seem a bit strange to a dog when it is put in kennels. Molly is used to us being around all the time and then all of a sudden she is taken somewhere else and we leave and do not come back. She must feel a bit deserted.

We spent the rest of the day trying to get back to normal and I got the eggs that we had fetched from down south into the incubator. In addition to the Light sussex, Silver-Grey Dorkings and Jersey Giants that we had, we have hatching eggs for Cochins, Andalusians and Maddy's 2 bantam eggs as well as the Black Orpington's that we fetched back with us.
We were already getting many more eggs than we could use but "Hey Ho" what the hell, we like them.

We found out that the reason that the shower in the bathroom was not finished was that Duncan did not think that we were back until the 28th.I would however still like to bet that it will not be finished by the 28th anyway.

Finally back again

Sunday 24th April 2011
I apologise for the lapse in the blog but we have been down south to see the children and grandchildren for a bit and since we got back inertia seems to have set in.
I am always afraid when we go down that the grandchildren will have forgotten who we are. A few months is a long time when you are little.
Ella of course is to young to remember us anyway but I worry that Harry and Maddy will wonder who these strange people are that have turned up.
As it turned out, I need not have worried. Harry recognised us immediately (although he may have been primed) and when I went to collect maddy, she came running out shouting "Grumpy" at the top of her voice as soon as she saw me and then jumped into my arms. A beautiful start to a beautiful holiday.

We were only down for about 10 days and the weather was perfect (even though Gareth spent all the time praying for rain so that his grass would grow). Last time we were down at Christmas, Babs was working and Harry was ill so it was good to be able to see a lot more of them both this time. Phone calls and e-mails are all very well but I am not very good on the phone, being somewhat mono-sylabic.

It was a bit hectic trying to fit everything and everybody in and unfortunately my father was in hospital all the time we were therebut in the end we managed to see everybody that we had planned to see and had some good time with the family. I even got to spend a day with just Maddy and myself. (Our Maddy day) during which she was just a little bit spoiled.

I was very sad to leave, it is always a wrench ( or should that be it is always an adjustable spanner) knowing that we will not see them all for a while but they will be up with us in the summer so we do not have to long to wait and at least I am a bit reassured that the little ones will not have forgotten me.

It was still nice to be home after we got back though. I am pleased to say that rather surprisingly to me, this place began to feel like home very quickly and I now feel very relaxed and comfortable living here.

Just so you can see how nice it is, I noticed the following "you tube" clip from "The flotta tourist board" which you may like. We can see Flotta from the house, it is not the prettiest of islands, especially with the oil terminal and flare stack but obviously somebody likes it.



When we were down south, we picked up some chickens and some eggs for the incubators. This meant that we drove up to Aberdeen with two cockerels in the back of the car challenging each other and crowing as hard as they could. Fortunately we were working on the assumption that if they were making so much noise, then they could not have been getting to distresses at their travelling arrangements so we put up with it. The car was also getting slightly aromatic by the time we got home. The ferry got into Kirkwall at about 11:10PM and by the time we had got off the boat and got home it was about midnight. I still had to get the chickens away which was done with the maximum of speed and the minimum of ceremony before I could finally slump into my bed for a well deserved rest.

Pam was a shade irritated that the shower was not fitted in the bathroom as we had expected. ( I always tell Pam that you can not live here because everyone is relaxed and then expect them to work to timetables when it suits her.) Anyway it will get done in the fullness of time.