Men at work

It's easy to lose sight of one of the main reasons for this blog. To record the building of our house! It is happening bit by slow bit. A week ago today the Trelleborg agent and his site manager were here from north Devon for a meeting with our building contractor.

A bunch of blokes, talking about our house! I must try to remain calm.

Now I know how important this bit is. I've watched Grand Designs on television and if the foundations are too high, too low, too far back and in the wrong place all together, it has a disastrous knock on effect. It means the delivery date for the window frames and doors gets delayed by 6 months, the bad weather sets in, the chipboard goes soggy, the underfloor heating gets damaged the roof timbers are the wrong size and a vital interlocking part of the structure doesn't arrive. And worse the budget goes through the roof (if it's been put on that is) So I hope these two are taking it seriously!

Back to our place to drink 9,347 cups of tea and discuss 'things'
We think it went well - the supporting wall and foundations will be done next. Then Trelleborg if all goes to plan will arrive in March to erect the house which will be coming on a lorry from Denmark! The equipment needed to off load the building materials has been discussed and a suitable turning point in the lane found to enable the lorry driver to turn round and drive home again. Fortunately the bridges in the lane with their weight restriction of 7.50 tons were reinforced last year. Finally room has been found to put the house whilst it's being built - I wouldn't have thought of that. But I can remember all those Lego building bricks scattered over the floor when our children were little. I hope they don't lose the instructions.

The Postman's Path

On Saturday the weather was wonderful. Very cold with bright blue sky and sunshine. We don't see much sun at present on our hillside. We know it's there, tucked away behind the mountain. As the days slowly lengthen though the sun climbs a little higher and hangs around just a little longer. We decided to go for a walk.

The post man apparently used to walk this way to Achiltibuie. They've build a road and given him a post van now, he must be very relieved. All those heavy shopping catalogues. It's quite an arduous route along steep edges of cliff and in places necessitates scrambling over rock and boulders which on Saturday were treacherous with ice

It was beautiful. I walked along taking in the views and the sunshine and was just in the process of thinking that although the ice made walking over the rocks perilous, it was a great help when negotiating the 'boggy' bits when I heard a 'slurupy' noise and looked up. Some of Niels was missing, he seemed shorter and wasn't moving (well not forwards at any rate!)

Honestly, he needs gaiters up to his armpits! He pulled himself out with a 'plopping' sound. I dutifully held back from making it a photo opportunity for this blog. But for the record this shows how far he stepped into the quagmire!

These signs have been put here since the postman used the track. It's rare to have signposts on walks in the Highlands. The signs and the footpath have been funded with money from the EU, The National Lottery, Scottish Heritage and Royal Mail to name but a few.

They don't look too muddy from behind do you think?

The ever amazing view. The sea barely had a ripple on it

The mountain in the background just visible with a covering of snow is Ben Mhor Coigach.
A well earned lunch break, and a chance to dry out!

Not a bad spot to eat your sandwiches!

The descent and the journey home for clean clothes.
A brilliant walk even though one of us got messy trousers!

Looking Sheepish!

Who me.....?
What bread? I'm not eating the bird's bread!

Across the Loch

There is a small white cottage across the loch that I can see from the kitchen window. It's typical of many of the houses in the Highlands. Small, neat and plain, tucked into the hillside. No frills no fancy bits. Probably built about 100 years ago. Although I would call it a croft I think it's really the land and not the house that is the croft. Anyway this morning with howling gales, sleet and rain whipping across the hills I could just see this little house on the other side of the water, sitting tight on the hillside with light shining from the door and windows - the epitome of the perfect, safe, warm and happy place to be! Cups of tea, logs burning on the fire, children playing, mother baking, father mending his bike on the kitchen table - and nobody minding!

Real life isn't like that I know. It was probably chaos inside . Nevertheless I leant on the kitchen taps with my Tesco's water colours and dreamt on!

Lochbroom Prawns

I was quite excited when Niels came home recently with a bag of these chaps. They had been given to him by Murdo, a local fisherman. They are known as Lochbroom Prawns. I think they are Langoustine, a spiny sort of lobster. I was slightly less excited and rather more flummoxed when I looked in the bag and they started waving. I'm afraid I then did a terrible cowardly thing. I closed the bag and put it in the freezer. I thought living in the loch they would prefer the cold to the heat, and wouldn't notice the gradual drop in temperature. I felt bad for a while but when I plucked up courage and took the bag out of the freezer a couple of weeks later they looked quite happy and relaxed encased in ice. And I have to say when cooked they tasted delicious.
Sorry prawns!