Soggy Bottom Day – 19 October 2015

comboMade some bread last Friday to take to Crawfy & Nancy.  Nancy had asked me to make some for her the next time we went, and I did.  A nice big hollow sounding cob loaf sprinkled with poppy seeds.  It looked lovely.  It’s ages since I’d made a big 500g cob, so I had decided to make one for ourselves today.  I’d got some seed for it when we were in Perth and was hoping it would be as good as C&N’s.  It wasn’t.  It did start out looking good and the second prove seemed to be progressing well, as did the bake, but after it came out of the oven, it just didn’t look right.  It had stuck to the parchment and that’s never happened before.  I suspected it was under baked, but wasn’t sure.  I was after I’d cut it open.  It had a bad case of soggy bottom.  As far as I know there is no cure for this dread bread malady.  It tastes ok, but I’m really not happy with it.  I’ve a feeling the starlings will have a good feed tomorrow.

Went for a walk down the Luggie in the early afternoon.  It was quite uninspiring, but better than being at work or sitting in the house.  Everything is in that in-between state of late autumn.  Colours are dull and the leaves are falling rapidly now.

Tonight we went to salsa class and my ankle took a bit of a beating.  Must rest it tomorrow.  Oh, tomorrow!  Got a text from the Vodies while at salsa to say that the iPhone will be delivered by DPD tomorrow!  Also got an email from Hazy to say she may have forgotten all her Mac tips and tricks (not true), but she can and will help with the iPhone.  You may regret that rash statement Hazy.

So only one more sleep until I get my technology fix for the week!

Oh Deer, Deer, Deer – 18 October 2015

comboThis is turning out to be a totally laid back weekend. Another day when we could have been doing constructive stuff, but we just kicked off our shoes and did nothing, well, almost nothing. I got up early(ish) to start cooking the Pork Osso Buco for my dinner. Yes, I know Osso Buco is traditionally a veal cut, but Waitrose do a lovely pork version. Anyway, I fried off the pork cuts and then stuck them in the slow cooker with onion, celery and a sliced apple for five hours. Had lunch later then went out for a quick walk round St Mo’s. Startled a deer from some bushes near the dual carriageway. I’m always worried when that happens as it’s so easy to spook them into running across the road, so I stood back and allowed the deer to run in front of me. I wasn’t quick enough to catch him or her, but at least the ran the other way, away from the road. I didn’t see much else to photograph until I got to the far side of the park when I ran into another deer standing on the side of a hillock. Got a couple of shots of the poor animal’s startled face, then switched on motor drive and got a series as it ran up the hill and away. It’s amazing how high they can jump.

Went to salsa later in the afternoon. There weren’t many people there at all, especially, there were very few men. Stayed for an hour and a half then went home. My ankle did suffer a bit so I was glad when we headed back.

Quarts and Pint Pots – 17 October 2015

comboIsn’t it nice (horrible word ‘nice‘, but it fits) to be a passenger instead of a driver sometimes?  Not in a deeply philosophical way, but probably that too, no, just that Scamp very kindly offered to drive today. The journey to Perth was lovely ( better than ‘nice’).  Scenery was great with perfect autumnal lighting.  Got some tea (leaf tea) and coffee beans, had a walk along the river and then went for lunch to Howies new restaurant.  Not a lot, you see, but in a way, that’s the beauty of it.  We didn’t do much.  The last three or four weekends have been a bit of a blur:

  • London for Notting Hill
  • London for the 40th Wedding Party
  • Skye
This morning, I re-read the emails from Vodafone and the iPhone 5s is out of stock

and they are going to contact me in three days, not deliver it then.  At first I was a bit annoyed, but then thought, well, what difference does it make.  Now if it’s going to take three weeks rather than three days, that will be a different story and I may have to write another, more pointed email to the Vodies.

Strangely, today I was taking some photos with my present 32GB iPhone and the message insufficient storage to save photo appeared.  Tonight I cleared out a few apps and a few music files.  Enough to release about 2.5GB.  Now I have to work out just how much of my music I can cram into 16GB (well realistically 14GB useable space) and still leave enough room for apps and photos.

Quarts and Pint Pots.

The squeaky wheel – 16 Oct 2015

combo2The day started late with a longer than normal lie in due in part to late getting to bed because I was updating this blog, at least that’s my excuse. When I’d breakfasted and checked my email to see if last night’s complaint to Vodafone had generated a reply (it hadn’t), I started work on a new painting.

It was an old square oil painting I’d given up on. I’d rubbed it down a few weeks ago and as a result it was quite dark. Since I didn’t have an oil based gesso, I was left with a muddy brown/green canvas. I couldn’t decide what to draw with, because charcoal would not show on the dark ground, and eventually remembered I had a box of oil pastels they did the job perfectly. So far, the painting is about two thirds finished and I’m quite pleased with it. It’s a combination of brush painting and painting knife work. Scamp, my honest critic has given it her seal of approval. We’ll see how it progresses.

At lunch (more delicious Fish Soup) I got an unexpected text from Vodafone, telling me they would phone me within 30 mins to discuss my complaint. Sure enough, about 20 mins later the phone rang and I got a full apology from Vodafone and as a gesture of goodwill, a £20 refund. Then I was asked if I still wanted an upgrade to iPhone 5s. When I told him I was, he handed me over to Customer Services and they negotiated a much more acceptable deal on a new iPhone 5s. I should have it delivered some time next week. Sometimes a complaint works. I realise that:

  1. Not all complaints will receive as rapid a response as this one.
  2. I could have held out for a bigger/newer phone, but that wasn’t my intention. I just wanted to be treated better by the shop staff and get a slightly better phone for slightly more money.
    Afterwards, I did ask myself just how far I could have pushed them, but that’s not the way I work.

Went out later to get some chocs because we’re visiting tonight and to get some photos. Took a couple of slow exposure (not faked like yesterday’s) shots of a waterfall. Other than that, yes, I did get the chocs, and no I didn’t eat them, although I was tempted. Oh, yes, I also got ice-cream for Scamp too, because she deserved it. Soave’s in Muirhead do the chocs and ice-cream and both are excellent.

Oh, yes, one more thing. Many moons ago, early ’80s I think, as a family we visited Liverpool and Scamp bought me a tin pencil case. It’s red and has a cartoon picture of a girl on the front, along with the strange title “SEXY-GIRL For the TARA CLUB” on the front. I carry colouring pencils and occasionally a brush in it when we are going somewhere I might get a painting done. I saw it today in Pinterest that one had been sold for $100! Who would have thought it?

Fish? It’s full of fish – 14 October 2015

comboWe had planned to go to Linlithgow today to get some fish, but after checking out the contents of the freezer, Scamp decided that we didn’t need any more fish, so it was time for a change of plan. It was quite a cool (i.e. ‘not warm’ as opposed to ‘fashionably attractive or impressive’) start to the day with a temperature of around 9ºc when we left at 11.30ish, but the sun was shining. An open day as we would say. Cold but bright. I had been moaning that I wanted a body warmer, waistcoat sort of thing, so we decided to head for Tillicoultry instead of Linlithgow because there are a lot of factory outlet type shops there and it’s a pleasant run. Got there and got the body warmer, not quite the one I had intended buying, but at least it will stop me moaning or craiking as my mum would say.

On the way to Tillicoultry I saw a sign for Gartmore Dam, and thought that would make a good place for a walk on such an open afternoon. We found the turn off without a problem and then noticed that it had recently been ‘Traffic Calmed’. Oh dear, what is this present fascination with these plastic and rubber blocks bolted to the road. On great long straight roads, yes, I can understand that these things work by slowing down the boy racers, but on twisty town roads they are simply a nuisance and an irrelevance. At the end of the previous racetrack we found the park and the dam. Two car parks, one either side of the dam. We chose the one on the left (not that it matters to you, I realise) and walked along the path through archways of trees. There were canoeists on the water, but they were vastly outnumbered by the swans, ducks and geese. It was three miles round the water and we decided that was a bit much for the time we had. We probably walked about a quarter of the way round and then walked back, but in that time one guy running with two dogs passed us twice!

So glad we don’t have a dog … or two!

So you think this blog writes itself – 13 October 2015

comboSo you think this blog writes itself eh? Well, let me tell you this is a time consuming project. Take today for instance. Up just after seven, when Scamp went off to work. Sat down worked through until 10.00 writing, editing photos, plugging them in to Flickr and the blog. Creating links, trying not to make too much of a mess! Still, it’s a great project and one I’m enjoying. Just, like I say, time consuming.

After all that was done I had breakfast and then started my new project – baking. Yes, I know I said I wasn’t going to enter the Bake-off, but a little bit of practise wouldn’t hurt. Today it’s scones. I made the dough too sticky, then the oven wasn’t hot enough, so I ended up with a soggy bottom or two and that’s not funny, let me tell you. Anyway, they weren’t a total disaster. A couple of them were edible.
So you think this baking is easy eh? Well, let me tell you, this is another time consuming project …

Since Scamp was cooking, I went over to St Mo’s and got a few photos. Some good ones of tiny wee toadstools. Must keep a look out for them in the next few days and try to get some some photos in better light.

Like I said, Scamp was on cooking duty tonight, so I didn’t have to worry about that. Tonight we were having a Lythe although you may know it better as Pollock. Murd had got a bucket full of the fish from some guys who were out fishing off Staffin Shore and he kindly gutted and filleted them for us. They are a lovely fish, really meaty and tasty. I’ve caught a few in my time, but rarely as big as this. Scamp cooked the fish in milk then served it with a cheese sauce and potatoes. Delicious.
So you think this cooking is easy eh? Well, let me tell you, it is if Scamp does it!

Back to life, back to reality – 12 October 2015

comboBack to the here and now.  Up early to get the Flickr photostream updated, get the blog patched together and flesh out the Day One.  By 9.00am it was light enough to get some photos in St Mo’s.  No animals around and no insect life in the way of damsels or dragons to photograph, so it was autumn leaves.  I make this promise every year that I won’t photograph the autumn leaves, but it always fails.  The colours this year seem extra vibrant and encourage me even more to record them.  I forgot to mention that along with the dragons and damsels, the swallows seem to have left us in the last two or three weeks, probably more like two weeks.  They were late leaving this year, probably because the feeding season for them had extended due to the warm days of September.  It wasn’t too warm when I left the house this morning.  The weather station said 7ºc.  It felt colder to start with, but warmed up quickly.

Went for a gym and swim in the afternoon when Scamp had her ladies round.  A bit of gentle exercise to test my ankle and hopefully not put too much strain on it.  Decided to upgrade my gym key to more machines.  Then I found that I’d left the key in my trunks when I went for a swim.  According to the girl on reception, they’re pretty indestructible.  It’s sitting in a cup full of dry rice on the heater now, hopefully drying off for my appointment at the gym on Thursday.

Salsa at night, but again, being careful and only doing one class.  I felt that was enough.  No point in just sitting around all the time, but I need to just add a bit of gentle exercise.

Sligachan – 10 October 2015

comboThis morning the sky in Skye looks a lot better.  High level cloud and so far it’s dry.  I think we’re heading for Portree ( the big city).  Who knows where after that.  I need to catch up on my sketching at least.

So we park at Duntulm watching the sea when some english idiots squeeze their black people-carrier reg KF15 CDN right between us and the fence, completely obscuring our view. Some people are born ignorant, some have to learn. They walk among us.

We drove round to Uig again.  It’s a sort of ritual with us when we go to Skye.  We drive round the top of the island to Uig, then down the west side.  Sometimes we drive up Quiraing and on to the high road to Uig, but somehow, all roads lead to Uig.  Today, for a change we drove into this thriving metropolis and stopped for a while to watch the world go by.  After the excitement of Uig, we drove back down to Portree and then couldn’t decide where to have lunch.  We weren’t going to the bakers again, that was definitely not on the cards.  Good scones, but dodgy, watered down coffee.  Even Murd agreed about the coffee.  So, what about a drive down to Sligachan and have lunch there.  Drove the nine or ten miles down entranced by the views of the Cuillins (why don’t spellcheckers understand Scottish words like Quiraing, Sligachan and Cuillins?).  Tried a multiple exposure shot of the river to process later in Photoshop into a fake slow shutter speed shot.  Took a load of shots of the constantly changing cloudscapes on the peaks.  Such a wild looking place.  Unfortunately the lunch bar at the hotel was closed for the season and, as it was Jackie’s Fish Pie for dinner, we didn’t really want to spoil our appetite with a full lunch, so we headed back to the Capital City of Portree.  Had lunch in the cafe, just the ordinary cafe, not the Arriba one.  Scamp was desperate to see inside the newly reopened SYHA hostel run by our niece Jac, daughter of Jackie – confused?  Don’t be.  Met Jac and had a look in the hostel that used to be a chip shop!!  After that we headed back up the road for that fish pie.

We had an hour or so to spare when we got back so Scamp trusted me to go for a walk down at the slip by myself as long as I was careful.  But I’m always careful, am I not?  Anyway, it was quite cold there.  Bumped into Murd who was taking the dog for a walk and a wander for himself.  He was talking to a bloke from Newcastle who was travelling around in a van.  The bloke thought Murd with his boiler suit on was in charge of the parking at the slip.  They easily slid into conversation and were best mates by the time he left.  I’m not sure if he was there on purpose to make sure I was being careful or whether it was just coincidence.  Anyway, took a few photos of the gloaming light on the water and on the cliffs at Applecross across the water, then went to the ‘beach’ where I met two blokes who were looking for the dinosaur footprints.  I told them where I had been told they were, currently under about a foot of water.  They found ‘another one’ and got some photos of it.  They seemed happy.  Who’s to say they weren’t right.

Fish pie and a wee dram were calling quite insistently now, so it was time to go.

 

Twenty wee Chinese men – 9 October 2015

comboTwenty wee Chinese men coming out of a Vauxhall with forty cameras“. That was Murd’s description of Portree, or to be more precise, the SYHA hostel in Portree in the summer. So you can guess, we went to Portree today … In the rain.

We drove through the rain to Uig. The ferry port to the Outer Hebrides.  You see people getting out of their cars and looking around thinking “I must have missed the town and driven straight to the port.”  Nope, this is it.  A few scattered houses, an unwelcoming petrol station, a small (but not micro or nano) brewery and shop, a cafe and that’s about it.  Not exactly the thriving hub of a community.  However, it does its job.  It ferries people, their cars and lorries across the Minch.  We didn’t stop.  We’ve seen it before.  I don’t think it’s changed all that much.  What has changed is the police station.  It’s now a backpackers bunkhouse.  I expect you have to pay extra to sleep in the cells!

From Uig we travelled down the west side of the island to Portree.  Went to Jan’s Vans which is a big warehouse building on the outskirts of the town, selling everything.  I saw needles and I’m sure they had anchors tucked away at the back behind the rainmates.  I’d wanted to get another pair of boot laces for my walking boots.  I wasn’t sure now if I’d need them with my dodgy ankle, but was getting them just in case. In Portree proper, we went for coffee and a scone at the bakery.  Worst coffee I’ve had in a long time.  We did, however, get to see the tourists piling off a bus (with their two cameras each, as predicted by the Staffin Seer) for their hour in Portree.

Had lunch in Cafe Arriba in Portree in the presence of a star!  Donnie McLeod, formerly with Runrig was in the cafe.  We felt honoured.

From there we drove back up to Staffin and sat for an hour or so at the slip, watching the waves and a lone seal swimming around.  That’s the relaxing effect of Skye.  Just sitting for an hour staring at nothing in particular isn’t odd here, it’s what you do.  For me it’s the silence.  For Scamp it’s the space.

As usual, larger versions of the photos are available for viewing in Flickr by clicking on the mosaic at the top of the page.  Usual rules apply.  All photos are digitally watermarked, copyright remains with D. Campbell, that’s me.

My Wife is Coming – 8 October 2015

combo“My wife is coming.”
“She has a jacket.”
“It is a sheep. ”
“What’s her name?”
It is Lorenzio.”
“Ok. I’ll let her through. ”
A little snippet of conversation outside Eilean Donan Castle. It’s amazing what you hear some times.
Having said that, he was Spanish and I wonder how I would have dealt with that if I was in Spain with my limited grasp of the language which runs to “Two beers” and “Where’s the toilet, please?”

Earlier we sat having breakfast at the hotel, watching the clouds rolling across the mountains and the light changing on their lower slopes. I did think about grabbing my camera, then decided that watching it was better than photographing it. Maybe my brain cells will retain it for longer than the hard disk would.

The drive up to Skye was eventless and through some beautiful scenery. We stopped for coffee and a scone at Eilean Donan Castle, the famous biscuit tin. That was where the Spanish lesson came from.

I had to forego the usual dram at dinner time to make sure I was legal to go for a drive at night to try to capture the Northern Lights, but the lights were out tonight. Scary drive though. Driving in pitch black on a single track road with passing places populated with the island’s sheep. I think the cloud cover was too heavy tonight and I don’t think it will be any better tomorrow. Rain is predicted. However, I’ve had a wee dram now and it, combined with paracetamol has stopped me thinking about the occasional jerk of pain from my ankle.

By the way, Lorenzio was wearing a sheepskin jacket.