It has finally happened. Rona is now under new ownership. Sale day was yesterday and at last it has happened.
We are still here and will be here until the 31st October at the latest. We now have a house on Skye and will gain entry on the 21st of August. We will work between the property here and the one on Skye, slowly moving our goods and making our new home comfortable.
The new ‘Bill” will start work in August and we look forward to passing on all the things he will need to know. So it is business as usual for the forseeable future.
The water tank emptied at our house to-day (Dammit) possibly my mistake but so much going on these issues are not unexpected. But I managed to get it filled, airlocks out and all back to normal in one hour. Now that will be top of my list of info’ to hand over plus get an alarm on the tank, should have done that years ago.
In the meantime we took a drive over the part of Rona most people see on their visits, we thought it would be a good record to make on the day it was sold. So here is the drive around this morning.
From the Pontoon:
The YachtiesMV Rona 2The Pontoon 22 years oldBig HarbourThe BothyAlways Plenty Notices
Around the Bothy and Houses:
Club Car and JCBHere Be VenisonSelf ServiceThe LodgeTigh na CreagThe CinemaThe LodgePolytunnel, Garages and Larder
Over the Hill:
PlantationLooking out to TorridonLooking over to HarrisDry HarbourDry HarbourThe Mission House
Around Dry Harbour:
Escape HouseThe Mission HouseThe SchoolhouseGenny ShedDeer LawnDry Harbour SettlementThe MuseumIt Was the Cobbler’s HouseInside the MuseumThe Water Supply and WellDeer LawnRegeneration
Back over the Hill:
Big HarbourThe Second PlantationThe LarderGarageLodge and Big HarbourThe View from The Lodge
There you have it. The Blogs will continue and I WILL have more time so no excuses. I have many blogs (in the drafts folder) that were never finished due to visitors coming, water running out, phone calls stopping my flow, etc etc!!
So I will dig them out and have a look to see if they are still relevant. There are many projects still to do. But apart from that I will be free soon and able to spill the beans or maybe I will keep all of that for the Book.
The countdown has begun, retirement beckons. To-day a session with the good guys at Pensionwise, an interesting hour for sure. We are retiring in the Autumn and in the next post, perhaps there will be news of where we are going and what is happening on Rona. But life goes on and the year has gone in a flash, these last 4 weeks have been far too fast.
We Will Miss The View
But back to tonight, 1am , here is the reason why I am still up: I can’t sleep, that will be the Lions Mane jellyfish I swam into this evening. Not good and certainly stings.
But not as bad as (from my facebook post): Tonight the harbour in Rona was thick with sewage dumped from visiting yachts, all gathered at the shore but I could not swim out of it so turned back then…………………
I have never seen it so bad. So before we slag off working fisherman providing food for the nation as is the case this last week take a moment to consider we are just one wee harbour in the West Coast, awash with sh*t, I kid you not. There will be hundreds of yachts in anchorages such as this doing just that, some dumping their sewage, flushing their toilets straight into beautiful anchorages like ours. Shame on them.
The ocean is tough and healing but there comes a point when the leisure industry, must look at itself and consider making onboard sewage tanks mandatory, even in old boats, no exceptions. Discharging in tanks ashore, just the same as the plague of Camper Vans with their onboard sewage tanks are supposed to do.
Swimming in Amongst it
Back to the end of May into June. The beautiful Spring weather ended and no hope of a very hot summer, maybe just as well but some of the weather lately has been diabolical but as of tonight we have had 100 yacht/Motor Vessel visits so far this year.
The Great Spring Drifted Away
Kayakers have been about lately, although they missed the best of it with few passing in the Spring.
Visitors and the View
Work goes on, it will never stop with so much needing maintenance and attention, sadly one of MV Rona’s long serving outboards packed in, we were out fishing when it started to make a horrible noise, we suspect a crankshaft roller bearing. Too much for me to deal with and no passing mechanics at the moment but it is in the shed, waiting, just in case. Strimming, cottage woes and rubbish from the fishfarm, it all takes time and passes the days.
StrimmingA Leak I cannot findThe Shiela Maid CollapsedFish Farm DebrisDown to One Engine
I took up a new hobby last year archery. I had not much time to practice before but I have been doing more since my teacher, Brian, was up in April, he is the Archer, it is good fun and good stretching exercises. I was in Inverness at School sports by accident early May, I had a meeting to go to but school sports takes precedence when you get the call. I had a big surprise there bumping into Jeff at Bucht Park one of the old chefs from the Base, it was good to catch up. Check out my bow and the audience in the first photo!!
Spot TuftyGetting thereJeff
Venison was in short supply and as much as I disagree with Nature Scot/Scot Gov and their drive to change the Deer Seasons, the only part I can agree on is changing the Male season to cull late Spring/early Summer stags 6 weeks before July. I was out one fine morning and managed to get one, a good stag with plenty fat having had time to recover after the rut and winter. It was a great day and for the rest of the day as the WiFi had been playing up, I sorted out a few loose ends but found more problems than answers. The mast had snapped a stancion and a scaffolding clamp had rusted meaning a return later in the month.
Stalking South, Good RegenThe BayThe Bay 2Soft Shells, no chicks?The Applenet MastThe Bay from The MastDan’s Whale Trail
The month moved on, the weather was up and down but on a day like this there was nothing for it but to cool off in the sea. The water was crystal clear, no seals, no crap. The best time to swim before the hordes arrive. That will take us up until the 10th of June.
SwimmingRain Coming?
Just to finish as I see these photos are next in the library, we had a wonderful hot day last week and there was such a hatch of Pearl Bordered Fritillary by the road on the thistles, lovely to watch and smaller ones too. Fascinating.
What a DayOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA
I am still up, the stinging is a little less but still no point in going to bed, sleep will be impossible. Only one mast light out there tonight although I think there are 5 boats in.
Crown Estate Tags
Interesting characters come and go, earlier last week we had three days of very windy weather, two yachts were here one on anchor the other on the mooring for a few days. I was fitting Crown Estate tags to the moorings between gales and was chatting to Yacht Naughtybuoy, two guys aboard, one a sail maker the other I never did find out, cruising and working ‘from home’, the yacht was their home.
Naughty Boy
You cannot see his necklace but I’m sure you could have moored the boat to it, good guys. On the other was a French Lady sailing alone around the UK. Tough girl and really nice.
Katell
Like a lot of ‘unusual’ sailors, she had sailed around the world, I had a good chat with her and was having a look at her web site “Les Tutos De La Croisiere” just now . Worth a look if your French is good but Google translate does it for you.
As I say the weather was poor the bay full of yachts last Saturday night, I think we had 11, perhaps that was where the sewage build up came from? But the good news is I found lots of Chanterelle mushrooms in the forest by our house, the weather suiting growth. The field out front despite the deer grazing has lots of wildflowers in it this year.
ChanterelleBusy PlaceTaking in the Creels at Last
Tuesday this week we left early for Inverness, Helen and Chris off Yacht Bliss caught me on the pontoon, 7am, as they were ready to leave. Helen rowed ashore with my first retirement present, a really nice bottle of wine and lovely card, it is real we are retiring!!!! Lovely to see them yet again and we gave them details of our new address, so perhaps we will see them as it is not too far from the sea. We had appointments in Dingwall/Inverness so an early start to get away before the tourists leave their BnBs and campsites.
BlissBlissBlissAli CorrigalPortree Harbour
Lorraine had a bone scan in Dingwall, we discovered she had two fractured vertebrae, no wonder the poor girl was complaining of a very sore back, then onto Inverness for hearing aids (at last) for me. My early morning walk when staying away took me again to Brahan, this time I was wanting to walk to Contin. This walk would take me past where I saw my first Capercaillie, many years ago, where I stayed with my first wife and kids one very cold winter and over Knockfarrel into Jamestown. I was looking forward to it very much and hoped to see more wildlife than my walk there a month ago.
Cracking SitkaRegen going mad by the roadsideTwo cracking Oaks in the middle of nowhereA wall deep in the forest from times pastLooking over to Fairburn and the TorA cracking fields of hay or silageOne squirrel that was it on my walk
Sadly I was again dissappointed to see little in the way of wildlife, in fac it was only near ‘home’ that I saw most, the Red Squirrel in Jamestown and rabbits at Coul Farm, much more life around there with a lot of bird activity but the forest was pretty dead. Not a sign of deer, pine martens or a smell of a fox, changed days. The lack of rabbits for sure is having a big affect on naturee I think.
The Skipper
Back home tea time Wednesday and Ewen’s daughter Orlaigh took the wheel whilst he took the fish and chips. And finally.
Snoopers
We get on fine with the yachting fraternity, we have made many good friends in their ranks but now and again there are some who spoil it all and these two on this old timer above did just that tonight. I was heading down to have my swim with jellyfish and found a sailor standing inside the gate to the Lodge, he was looking for showers. I told him no showers anymore, since Covid, have a swim I said. Then drove off thinking it was odd his manner, then at the shore I thought where was his pal? I had seen two coming ashore. But Lorraine was coming down so she would see what was going on. Sure enough Lorraine spotted his pal having a shower with the garden hose behind the generator shed. So she went to see what he was actually doing (he was dressed by the time she got there thankfully) and of course they thought no one was here, the Lodge is locked, so they took full advantage after snooping about. That really annoys us for all sorts of reasons mainly their selfish attitude and cheek. I guess if that happened on their property they would be less than happy, they did however leave a doination, a whole £1.50, perhaps that was to pay for the 5 gallon drum of water they lugged onto their dinghy, no shame these freeloaders. I woint miss this behaviour.
During a very busy time for us as we lurch towards retirement it is always a good idea to have a day away. We often tie in our R&R with Rona things such as collecting supplies, taking things for repair or meetings. Last week was one of these times but we were so ‘frazzled’ we decided to take an extra day out and visit friends in Shieldaig.
Ben Shieldaig From the sea.
Every morning when we are away I go for an early morning walk 30 minutes to one hour. With the weather being so calm and sunny I was drawn to visit the Ben Damph side of Ben Shieldaig. I wanted to walk the road to nowhere and have a look around their latest plantation that some found questionable.
Perhaps it is because I have had a connection with this area for such a long time that I am interested, especially in the ’90s when I was carrying out Forestry work for Scottish Woodlands Ltd here. So it was that I had an interest last year whilst driving through Glen Shieldaig spotting a Scottish Woodlands sign, I was intrigued. I wondered why there was a major fencing project taking place and on hearing about the new road alongside the West side of Loch Damph by local observers who wondered why it was there, where it was going and what was it for, I went for a look?
The Road to Nowhere
I did post last year about this scheme, then I wondered why the Woodland Trust felt the need to plant up this boulderfield and then up the side of the East facing Ben Shieldaig. With trees on the road leading from the West to this area, clearly there was a seed source but given my first walk over the area, it was plain why regeneration had not appeared. This poor quality compacted soil. Sheep and deer for sure ran on this ground but lately there is not a great weight of deer here and the sheep are gone. But decades of constant rain would very much add to the reasons. Why are the trees not regenerating?
Regeneration at Ardheslaig
The previous evening I had a walk out to the point at Ardheslaig, the crofter there runs a few hundred sheep on this headland and in the surrounding area. I was surprised to see vigorous Birch regen’ here with sheep grazing right through it. Why would that be, there are few deer here having been fenced out but I did see a good hind when leaving on Wednesday morning right beside the road at Kinloch, grazing quite happily.
Boulderfield
Back to my walk, just inside the gate I wondered why the owners of this property would want to plant out this view of the ‘boulders’ left behind when the glaciers retreated, if (and it is a big if) these trees come to anything this will not be seen from the track/walk, in fact nor will Ben Shieldaig. What I like to see and celebrate in the Highlands is the vast open space, the views and these views are becoming less visible especially along roadsides where regeneration is rampant. I am thinking about the drive from Spean Bridge to Laggan, now only glimpses of the hills as the roadside regen’ reaches maturity, what next for these trees?
Mounding on PeatPlastic Vole GuardsA Lonely OakBog Wood 6000 years old?More Bog Wood From A Different ClimateMore Peat MoundingFertilised and Doing WellBen Damph Plantation
Walking through the mounding quite a percentage were planted on peat which begs the question, who checks this? Are there repercussions, I doubt it. The ground was very thin with no great depth and plastic Vole Guards seemed to be all over the site, a few perches for raptors would be a good idea but I suspect the raptors are doing very well where the trees are already established across the road.
Looking Back across Loch Torridon
I kept thinking to myself, ‘Why would you want to plant this”? Across the valley a previous commercially planted scheme looks very unnatural in the landscape with many of the trees struggling for want of some fertliser, for sure there are much better trees across the main road but that is another story.
Getting a bit bored and frutrated at seeing no wildlife apart from a couple of Meadow Pipits I went through the gate to the beach at the North end of Loch Damph.
Sandpiper
Immediately my spirits lifted when two Sandpipers told me off for disturbing them, obviously there was a nest so I beat a hasty retreat away from where the path had led me to the beach. But not before I spotted human tracks, (many). A mountain bike track, (interesting) and at last the mark of one solitary stag.
The Hoof Mark
I had my binoculars and spent some time spying the hills for deer but not a sign did I see. I wonder what the deer count is for this area? Heading back through the gate I went up to the track and quickly came upon a plant at the track edge which I was pretty sure was Willow Herb. It may be common in the area but it never ceases to amaze me how this type of plant finds its way into forests. I remember working in a forest around Huntly in the 90’s where Willow Herb had established, it was a battle for the trees to get above it, so thick it was, its stems are like wire, great for hiding deer too.
Willow Herb?
Maybe I am mistaken but if it is it will add to the other non native which is doing too well along the road, Rhododendron!!
A Lonely Rowan
I was a wee bit hasty when I said there were no trees growing in the immediate area. On the top side of the road there was a Rowan, planted by the Blackbird no doubt. Doing very well. It has a lot of work to do!!!!!
Finally as I approached the gate a thought came to me, how much did this cost? Who paid for it? How wealthy is the Woodland Trust? Did they fund this themselves? Is this tax payers money? Who knows, who cares?
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Later in the day there was mention of a walk along Loch Torridon from the Torridon Hotel running West. Around midday we arrived and set off along the track which was in its day the ‘private’ road for the local Lairds.
Torridon Hotel
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Along the track we met up with other walkers and mountain bikers, we were not going far just a half hour along the well maintained track then back for a welcome coffee in the bar at the Torridon Hotel. As we walked along we talked about the past Rhododendron project that was supposed to clear the invasive plant. This was quite an event here a few years back I think it started in 2013, well funded by the Scottish Rural Development Programme, lots of noise, folk and smoke.
Ben Damph Estate
As we walked it became clear that the Rhodos’ were back, vigorous as ever and I suspect a real challenge to get on top of them again. I have a little experience of this type of work during my Forestry business. A horrible, difficult and dirty job. Not very environmentally friendly as the burning of the plant gives of toxic smoke and the only way to eradicate it (if that is possible at all) is to Glyphosphate the stumps after cutting and clearing. We used tubs of the weedkiller and paintbrushes. Then return year after year and for at least 5.
Sadly Foresters who run these projects forget the maintenance plan and despite numerous reminders when I was looking for work, back in the day, to return to the jobs we had done in previous years it was disappointing to be sent elsewhere. I see this all over the country (from an ex contractors perspective) especially jobs where Tully Tubes have been used to protect trees.
Regenerating Rhododendron
As we continued walking I wondered how much this project cost and what was the plan for monitoring growth in the following years. There is a huge difference looking back on the days when driving along the road above this forest, the Rhodos’ were hard up against the fence. BUT the Rhodos’ were going nowhere and I guess the Estate has its work cut out to keep up the control. Hopefully there will be a push this year to carry on with the work, perhaps there is ongoing funding to support it. I would imagine there is a lot of head scratching going on at Nature Scot on how to deal with this and the many other ‘non natives’ all over Scotland. Perhaps some of the grant funding that may have been given along the road at Ben Shieldaig should have been used here to complete this project first. Because the disturbance of the ground over there will be an easy bed for windblown Rhodos’ seed to establish!!!!! Thankfully the prevailing wind is going in the other direction but it only needs one blast from the wrong direction and the right time.
Sea End
We carried on musing, my guide now regaling me with the history of the area, very interesting, espec ially the track we were on and how it was built for the Estate owners not the locals!!!! But everyone is welcome nowadays. We were half way along, the regen’, Rhodos’ got thicker and as we reached the turning point, we spotted a good hind feeding away not interested in the many walkers that day. It is always nice to see ‘some’ deer in the forest and I wished her and her soon to be calf well, I hope she escapes the bullet. The sea end was pretty useless so I guess she can leave at will.
Off Grid
Our turning point came when we reached this intrigueing house, an artists I was told and for the life of me I cannot remember her name, but what a house and what a location. At this point as we look to leave Rona and are looking for a new house, I had ‘House Envy’ for sure. Off grid and remotish I can imagine the building contract, impressive. Back we went to the pub, the best bit of the walk they say. But just for coffee.
Evening Sail
That evening we went out in the boat for a tour, it was a cracking night and although I have been in and out of Shieldaig many times it was nice to get along the shore. To see the Red Roofed House from the sea, the spectacular houses perched above the shore, the regeneration there that I was told has really taken off. How? I aim to find out. The FishFarm was busy moving fish the previous evening but some of the cages were still full of fish.
Red RoofPerchedTub
I was told that 40 yerars ago from the sea the road and houses were easily picked out and in cerain areas where there were hardly any trees there are now thick forests, but as ever further up the hill the trees have struggled to establish, it is strange why some areas readily regenerate where others just don’t. There are many reasons I guess but it is good to see open ground for whatever reason and it is not entirely the fault of sheep and deer.
Regerating Well
On leaving the next day early in the morning it was good to see my second deer of the trip, grazing contentedly not 20 metres off the road just along the road from this house. Another fat hind soon to calf, again I hope she escapes the bullet, forests need deer.
Lorraine has just told me that to-day is a bank holiday and in 23 years of working on Rona, I have never taken one. Perhaps unintentionally when we were off on holiday but 100% I have never woken up and said to-day is a Bank Holiday, I am, taking it off!! But to-day I am going to.
So I thought I would have a few posts as I have had a few messages to say, where are your posts? Have you left? I am glad that someone is reading them but when I retire (Shortly) I will have plenty time to plunder my files and be a bit more regular, I look forward to it.
Sound of Raasay Dolphins
Spring has morphed into summer, the weather has been stunning up until this weekend now raining, heavy showers (It must be a Bank Holiday). But on a grey day it is good to sit here and post a few articles.
We have been away looking at houses and planning our retirement, we will be on Rona for a while yet but all too soon it will be time to leave and hand over to someone new. In the meantime life goes on, maintenance continues, yachts arrive and the last of ‘Our’ cottage guests have their holidays.
The only worry I had during the dry spell was Fire, with widespread coverage of the wildfires around the UK, Rona would have no chance if a spark caused the Island to ignite, it is so dry here and there is so much rank heather. A product of not having the expertise to burn here myself. I wish I had been able to, it would have seen better heather management and more forage for the deer but hey-ho, we cannot do it all.
Early Start TuesdayThe Visitors Arrive
The calm weather meant more sailings in our own boat but local only and generally in the evening, casting a line.
Collecting Antlers
I had one visit to the Islands at the South of Rona to check on the Stags and collect Antlers, a lovely trip with crisp light meaning good clear photos. The cliff face at Dhu Chamas was never so colourful, amazing.
The only problem was arriving back at the pontoon and realising I had left my binoculars on the highest point of Garbh Eilean, Doh!
Deer Counting and collecting antlers go hand in hand and it is a great opportunity during this good spell of sunny dry weather to do just that. Before the foilage/trees hides the deer it was good to get out and do an Island visit plus a spy from the boat, giving me a good idea of deer numbers and their hideouts. Always beneficial when planning the deer cull.
The photos above show the ‘Deer Baths’ caused by the deer rolling and digging up the peat with their hooves and antlers. A place to roll around, get a cooling bath and rid themselves of their ticks and keds. In the Rut a good place to ‘Black up’ to try to impress the ladies. The Peatland Erosion brigade would be having a heart attack with these wallows/baths. In their minds it is ‘Erosion’. When in fact it is totally natural and if they become wet wallows then eventually peaty ponds with any amount of insect life. Totally natural behaviour between deer, the natural environment. Moving on.
Last weeks time away took in a trip to visit friends in Shieldaig, something very much we look forward to. So the next blog will be about that as I was drawn as ever to Ben Damph to see how the Woodland Trust work was progressing, in the meantime on the way home from that trip it was a lovely surprise to see PS Waverley alongside the pier in Portree early last Thursday morning, a stunning ship and a reminder of my time on Mull in the late 1960s when the MV King George the 5th I think used to visit regularly. In my mind they look similar? It was not a paddle steamer but equally a stunning ship.
Even with the curtains closed it is light enough to trigger an early wake up. But waking up to blue skies and calm weather is always welcome and so it was this morning after a busy week that my light alarm got me out of bed at 5.30am.
I had intended getting up anyway, it is getting past the time for deer counts as the trees start to flush around now giving them plenty cover. So it was okay after my cup of coffee and a read of to-days paper to see what madness Trump had got up to overnight, to head out.
Looking Back To Portree/Sound of Raasay
By 6.30am I was on the go, rifle on my back just in case I saw a casualty, last year I saw a hind that appeared to have the ‘Staggers’. Very disconcerting to see and by the time I got back to the location with the rifle, she was gone. Most likely to suffer a lingering death, she was not in good shape. But I am pleased to report there were no traumas to-day.
Looking over to Torridon/Gairloch
Very strange time we live in here on Rona as we head for retirement, I am 69 years old and it is about time I took a backseat, so retirement looms. I keep having these thoughts, “is this the last time I will be doing this or that, it is a very strange feeling?”
Anyway moving on from that thought the deer count is an annual or bi-annual event depending on just how busy we are at this time (very busy!!) and this week no exceptiuon, with visitors and cottages, then making venison burgers. It has been a full week so far. We have a changeover tomorrow with no one coming in, heavy rain forecast so we will chill.
I usually have help but as things are a bit up in the air at the moment and my usual counter ‘Marc’ is stuffed for time off I went out myself. But there is always something serene about sitting up on one of Rona’s high points just taking in the view on a very sunny warm on the back morning.
Pano’ of the Sound of Raasay and the Trotternish Ridge
There was some debate on myself and Marc’s counting last year. But in our world it was one of the most positive counting days in all the time I was on Rona, so it was disappointing to have doubters. The weather was perfect over the days we carried it out. The wind even better, changing direction when we got to the Lighthouse and allowing for us to not wind and scare the deer off on the way back, on the first day, perfect. The next day the weather was grim from around 10.30am, but the third day it returened to normal and we concluded with a very good day in the South area.
When discussing our cull returns with Victor Clements our Deer Management Adviser who confirmed that to have culled the amount we did we must have numbers in the region we counted in April 2024.
This year it is almost a repeat.
Looking North and South from this point the air was clear, the light very good, it was possible to see deer miles away. My tally quickly rose, mostly hinds and calves as Rona is predominantly a ‘Hind’ Island.
The young males stay with the family group until about 4 years old, after that they are chased out of the group during the rut and when they return post rut they are sidelined, often joining a young bachelor party in the South quarter of Rona. Thereafter they will migrate to Raassay the following year with the bigger stags that come and go all year round. So basically the group of mature stags at the North end of Raasay are predominantly Rona stags. Leaving after the Rut in spring, summering on Raasay then returning during the Rut. In the summer in early mornings or late evenings I come across them emerging from their hiding places.
Birch Growing Well in the Runners.
Here is a typical place where a stag will live during the summer, a wee valley betwen two rock forming a flat area, quite dry and giving enough depth for Birch to easily establish. In my 23 years here some of these valleys have changed little, the dominant Birch eventually shading out the smaller ones, we have thinned quite a few of these areas for firewood. The hinds like them too and there is a bite for them, not so good to walk through with a rifle often snagging, but the deer do knock the lower branches off.
Natural pools
We are lucky here that we have a huge array of insects especially Dragonflies (of all colours and sizes) and here we have a typical pool forming at the base of the root plate of the windblown Birch. Nature in action on this flatter more wooded area which surprisingly, there are quite a few on Rona. Often where fields/runrigs wewre worked from a bygone age.
In fact from a helicopter it is obvious, like much of Scotland, on Rona, the hand of man has been busy.
The Birch Forest is Extensive At Dry Harbour
Counting deer can notoriously be a difficult task as deer are moved during the operation but on Rona, the groups are hefted to their areas and familiar faces confirm this, so doing it over three days, even for a small Island is not really an issue.
The Local Family Group
Although it is handy when as I write this the local family group decide to feed after the heavy rain around the house.
On the right is Tufty, the pet, she is over three years old, stunted and feeds from the vegetable scraps we give her plus some sheep pencils, everyone likes an underdog, Lorraine especially!! She was cast out by her Mother, a striking hind that for some reason, either, she ran out of milk of she just abandoned her. But Tufty hangs about with the Mother still and her new last years calf (the Mother is pregnant again). Last years calf as you can see is as big as Tufty. Often Tufty will go off on her own and I will see her quite a distance away.
Tufty’s Mother
As you can see Tufty’s Mother is a good hind in perfect condition, this taken in March this year, not typical of those West Highland hinds with no access to low ground and forest. Such is the lack of understanding of the needs of our wonderful Red Deer. In some folks world all they can think of is killing them, so sad.
Last Years Calves
The deer have drifted off and it is symbolic of our relationship here with deer that living in a remote location you have all the time in the world to study the Red Deer on our doorstep. Much negativity is written about Scotland’s deer, as a Deer Manager and with other collegues in the ‘trade’ it is so frustrating to hear or read what is said. The myths, the misunderstood. Maybe those that make the most noise should really listen to those that have lived with deer for most of their lives.
Looking forward to being back out tomorrow after the rain and looking forward to continuing the count.
Wall to wall sunshine for days here, but cool at night, dry as a bone on the ground and any smell of smoke gives me the jitters. So it was with alarm that I spotted our first visitors under their own steam (or paddle) 4 of my kayaking friends. They like a fire the paddlers.
Setting Up camp
Pleased to report that once they had set up their camp in full view of our living room window (albeit 3 to 400 metrees away) there was no smoke, so I relaxed and thought here we go for 2025.
The weather has been calm for a while now, the High Pressure moving around giving us occasional Northerlies which are always a worry. It has been a really good winter with nothing like the winter rains that we are used to. We are reasonably up to date with outside painting and catching up on the Maintenance schedule, sadly neglected last year.
Camping Site Almost Cleared
So it was this morning that I was just sitting having my coffee when I spotted movement at the camp, not early btw. So me being nosey I had a look through the spotting scope only to be confronted with a big hairy arse doing what arses do in the morning. Great start to the day!! I did not reach for the telephoto lens although I ditched the coffee.
Heading North
Half an hour later and they were gone, good to see they did not have a fire, it is the best thing after a day in the ‘wild’ but in these dry days it is good to be aware of the conditions and not too.
MV Seaflower Read For the Season
Saturday we saw our first guests of 2025 going away after a cracking week, but it could have all gone wrong. On Friday afternoon at 4.30pm we went over to the cottages to start the heating and check over the cottages (it was raining and blowing that night, not all sunshine). Only to find both cottages stone cold. Both Central Heating systems packed up. I sprung (if you can call it that at my age) into action and by 6.30pm had it going only to find it had ‘conked’ again on Saturday morning. But I reset it and no problems since. Water in the oil.
The Underfloor HeatingThe PV No Pressure
The heating in Escape was another issue, it was a no go when I quickly discovered that the pressure vessel had lost pressure and despite spending another two hours on it, I could not sort it. It is also something that we did not carry as spare and it was too late to order from Lachie at Willie Wilsons.
The Good Old Super Ser Gas Heater
The motto here is we will never be stuck and on Saturday with our returning guests Jon and Catherine’s understanding we gave them a gas heater, managed to get the electric immersion heater going, put the fire on and they were quickly warmed up ready for the week ahead.
Next day rain and grey so a house day for them which meant the fire was on all day and the house was not cold at all. This breakdown, a first in 18 years of pressure vessels!!
But more to come, the Grundfoss pump that supplies the water to the Escape house kept tripping out, I was blindsided by the main problem, no pressure. I kept looking at the water pressure, bleeding it and thinking that was the issue. Only after a few half showers for our guests and I guess a bit of swearing did I decide to change the pump (I had a spare). Thereafter no problem and happy customers.
You cannot have all the spares and Portree is well supplied nowadays but we do try to cover most eventualities.
I wonder what it will be next week, hopefully the plumber will come?
Earlier on in March
Clear Nights Too
The Trees are flushing and if the frost is kind then we should be pretty green in a couple of weeks, bring it on. A New Year a new adventure.
Seems like a long time ago now as we sit in the Hotel in Inverness after Lorraine’s visit to Outpatients Raigmore to-day.
I see it was the 18th of February that I bogged the bike,the first ever time that I was completely stuck and could not get out without help.
Well Bogged
Most times I would just get off and with my weight off it the bike floats a bit then drives out. Not this time. No chance.
Going Nowhere
Going nowhere, I had no option but to get the Torfer Winch, a fence post and rope, but Lorraine came too and we tried to pull it out, surprisingly it came out no problem. But the problem for me was that I had walked back to get the old bike and now I had to take one bike to Dry Harbour, then walk back for the now unstuck bike. Lots of walking.
I ran Lorraine to the Cottages to do some house keeping then started “Leapfrogging” the bikes, taking then a quater of the way and walking back for the other. Along the road I bumped into Lorraine heading home and that was fine. Then at the bottom of the hill near the garages on another “Leapfrog” I got the fright of my life when I found Lorraine off the side of the road, she had lost her footing and taken a tumble but as she was so close to the side of the road she headed over the bank and landed in rocks.
Rescued
I offered to lift her up but it was plain she was not for moving, but her elbow was. We did not know it at the time but she had smashed her elbow. She said ” this is a Lifeboat Job”.
Portree Lofeboat
A quick call to Stornoway Coastguard and Portree Lifeboat was launched. They arrived quickly, I ran them run up to Lorraine and they took control of the situation. Meanwhile I ran about locking the show up, packing a couple of bags and got back in time to see the guys walking their casualty up to the Club Car. With some pain relief Lorraine could move and throughout the crew of the Portree Lifeboat were very professional, Adam the medic, Hamish, John and Stewart, I did not catch the rest of the crews names but well done them. A bumpy rideto the pontoon then half hour later we were in Portree where an ambulance was waiting.
Going to the Mooring
An hour and a half later Lorraine was in Broadford Hospital where she spent a uncomfortable overnight, Friday morning ambulanced to Raigmore, one and a half hours after arrival in Inverness Lorraine was operated on and next day discharged to the local Premiere Inn for four days because the storm had set in and we were in effect, Stormbound.
Quite an experience which we do not want to repeat but we were lucky in so many ways and we must say the NHS is not quite finished yet, they did a great job. To-day the plaster is off but Lorraine is feeling it.
We have quite a few days off Rona just now and if I get time tomorrow I will post why!!!
But to-day, (Tuesday) instead of sticking to shopping or running round Inverness I decided to take a trip round part of the North of Scotland. There is much about Re-Wilding, Nature, Nature Depletion, Peatland restoration, too many deer, not enough Wolves, Lynx, Mammoth, Elephants in Scotland. So I thought I would have a wee trip to re-aquaint myself with my old stomping ground. Where lots of Re-Wilding is taking place.
The trip was from Inverness to Braemore Estate on the Inverness to Ullapool road, thereafter Ullapool. But the storm that drove us off Rona yesterday was not too bad so I then decided to goup to the Lochinver road at Ledmore junction then to Lairg, Rogart, Dornoch and back to Inverness. Just a wee jaunt.
Yesterday on the way down the road from Kyle in the gloaming, I never saw any Red deer, at this time of year we should or would normally see dozens from the road. Lorraine did see three hinds in woods at Balmacra, but on the flats at Achanalt which usually resembles the Serengeti with deer, nothing.
I found out that an Estate up there was ordered to kill 1000 deer this winter. Contractors were brought in and between the Estate and Contractors I believe they have shot 600 each.
But I digress. To-day was another road also devoid of deer, but the weather is mild and the storm was certainly blowing. Perhaps they were on higher ground sheltering, those that are left.
The River Droma
The first photo (on a dreich day) was on the hill going down to Corrieshalloch. No deer, plenty activity Tree planters out on the hills at Droma, (possibly why there are no deer by the road) planting trees on peat? machines on the hill, fencing getting done, yet another new visitor centre for the West Coast with Columbian Coffe and Carrot Cake at the top of the Gorge . In my time bare hills up here were the norm, it never entered my head that trees could actually grow here. Fat chance of trees growing naturally though.
North Side of the A835
This square block, most likely a ‘trial’ plot has been here for many years, I would guess over 50? Just up the road from the Estate House drive. Now the fence has long disappeared, the LodgePole long blown down, it is a mess. Of course these trees will grow here, as in this case the ground was ploughed, fertilised and the fence maintained. Naturally no chance and not just because of the deer.
A New Plantation, Scots Pine this time and mounded, still on peat by the look of it
Turning round and taking a photo the other way shows another deer fenced enclosure with Scots Pine planted, pretty yellow, they could do with some NPK. It will be a pretty washed out site I would imagine. Good luck with that one but at least it is Scots Pine.
The Rewilders blame the deer for a lack of regeneration but where is the seed source. Just along the road there are long established forests of commercial timber but even the regen’ Sitka which is not palatable to deer have struggled to regenerate here.
Before long I suspect SWT who have just bought Inverbroom Estate down the road will be mounding like mad trying to be nature, forcing trees to grow on peat where no natural tree to Scotland would have any chance on the type of ground above the current treeline, it will be interesting to watch what happens next. Next stop Braemore Estate.
The New Braemore Estate House and Stalkers residence.
The Head Stalker at Braemore is a good friend, very knowledgeable about his craft and every aspect of the job, he has been in this walk of life since he left school. But sadly disillusioned with what is happening all around him, more later on that. But he keeps Braemore in good order despite recent felling and the road being churned up. We met him cutting up firewood on the drive. An hours visit quickly passed, much to discuss with his neighbouring Estate Inverbroom having just been sold to the SWT. We were also talking about recent mass culling schemes instigated by NS deer counts and sadly still continuing on Red deer on the Estate in question. The Deer there (it will remain nameless) have been harried all winter shot by Estate staff and Contractors. With no time to settle and continually on the move their condition is so poor that now, out of season, they are being shot and left on the hill, made to be worthless by a Government body that decrees this type of deer control, normal. It is a hideous way to treat wild animals, shame on them and their mates the Conservation charities for condoning and in some cases joining in with it (See JMT).
The Target
All too soon it was time to hit the road and head down into Loch Broom. The weather had calmed to a mere 25mph and we had a pleasant drive past the Estate in the news, Inverbroom. It was pleasing to see an Estate where the owner had spent a huge amount of money maintaining it and the buildings looked to be in tip top order, the home parks with some stock in also. They looked ‘clean and green’ a few sheep grazing in amongst the trees. On both sides of the glen here many trees, at 60 mph difficult to see what they were but they look like the Forestry Commission plantations of old, some huge trees by the road that were obviously planted by the hated Victorians!!! The hills above bare of trees, definitely the odd copse in a ravine or Sitka making its relentless way across the landscape, but I could not tell.
The Cam Loch
When you pass this Loch just short of Ledmore junction, I often wondered why are there trees on “Eilean na Gartaig”, so I asked my two contacts Dr James Fenton and Robin Noble:
James first,
Not complicated, Bill! Trees on islands because less grazing! Sometimes also small islands are better drained, consisting of rocky,stony soil without peat.
Many people, such as Stever Carver at Leeds University, conclude that, because some small islands are wooded, this should reflect what the whole landscape should look like. But all it shows is that there would be more woodland if there was no or little grazing, which does not reflect the real world. Modern research highlights the importance of grazing in shaping terrestrial ecosystems.
James
From Robin
Eilean na Gartaig is quite interesting, and I am sorry to say I have never landed on it………I might know more about it, if I had!
My geological map says it is Cambrian Quartzite (although the colour key has dots on it, without any further explanation), which is quite surprising as a location for woodland, but it might suggest that, given the excellent ground nearby in Elphin and Knockan, on limestone, nobody ever bothered to do anything with the land there……..
But its apparent ‘loneliness’ as the only bit of woodland you can see from where you photographed it, is misleading: there is woodland along quite a bit of the Cul Mor shore of Loch Veyatie, and two patches of woodland, one quite small, on the peninsula between Lochs Veyatie and Cam. And, although the maps don’t show it, there are small patches of trees along the long NE shore of Cam Loch; there has clearly once been woodland running up from the shore by the attractive burn that leads down from Loch a’ Chroisg, especially on its east. I know that when John Home did his Assynt Survey in 1774, some woods had been felled ’near Ledmore’, and it is just possible that this woodland disappeared around the same time. The best remaining birch here shows signs of having been cut at least once.
And, at the back of the big limestone crag, on the SW shore of Loch Urigill is another area of mostly birch woodland. So around Elphin and Knockan, there is actually quite a bit of woodland, and the island is not the only bit…….but it is still densely wooded, and would be very interesting to visit………..I also have no idea what the name means, unless it is a very bad corruption of the word for garlic, which my dictionary shows as “ gairgean’……..I think that ramsons grows on it.
Robin.
Moving on we took a right down to Strath Oykell.
Regen Sitka
Commission I know not but I wonder if there is a Deer Management Plan for these blocks which stretched right down to Rogart, not continuous but not far apart. Again ploughed peat I expect, old trees ready to harvest and new plantations very common. I don’t personally have a problem with Commercial Forestry I completely understand the need for homegrown timber, aesthetically it does not sit right in these remote Glens. The aftermath is ugly to say the least, one area seemed to have been burnt or machine ground down, but I had stopped enough for Lorraine.
New Plantation
Quite a few of the new planting schemes were very yellow for want of some fertiliser which shows how poor the ground there is. This is not the worst I saw but interesting how the trees got greener heading East and this was common on these individual schemes. Half yellow/half green, West/East.
Rossal
Coming into Rosehall we had Langwell and Rossal to pass, great sheep runs of the not so distant past, still farming but the whole area has not the sheep it used to have on the ground. The whole culture of the great sheep days is often criticised but when you consider the Community, the workers, the schools, even the shops that I delivered to in a previous life, the seasonal workers, the lambing, shearing, traditional stalking, Hotels, The Big House. The big sheds now quiet. Also I must add the fishing, a sad tale of a glorious past. I am far from knowledgeable of this area, I have just my observations and contacts that have given me a little bit of history but enough to have seen these Glens bustling with activity.I find it has a strange melancholy over it (for me).
Even the Forestry, I myself worked in these areas, at Achany, fertilising, just another casual visiting worker. Only to depart, occasionally returning to walk a fence or shoot some marauding deer who have had the cheek to invade the Commercial Forest!!!! Where before squads of men were resident.
We reached Rogart, turned right and as Lorraine was getting very uncomfortable we headed for home, my mini tour of this part of Scotland had satisfied me. Looking forward to the next one.
Google Maps of an Area to the West of Strathcaniard, Ullapool.
Finally a wee thought, looking at the landscape and apart from the very thin soil/peat, this is a vast area of Peatland, there are many Forestry plantations. I wonder would these be allowed to-day, or after felling are they allowed to re-plant, on peat? So many questions. Lately I had a discussion about Peatland restoration with a Manager of a National Trust property. I had said that I found the whole Restoration thing ‘Bonkers’. He is going to educate me on why it is not!!!!!
So here we have an aeriel photo courtesy of Google. West of Strathcaniard it shows in my mind 100s of hectres of peat, most of it in its natural state of progress, to me this screen shot shows a totally natural environment but to Peatland Restoration supporters this is what they call ‘Nature Depleted’. In their world a 20 tonne digger roaming about re-shaping this is the way forward. This landscape in the photo has taken millennia to get to this stage and because there are grants galore there is now a whole industry on the back of Peatland Restoration. That is ‘Bonkers”
To-day’s walk: Looking at the forecast it is heading down hill later this week after a very dry month. It was a very clear picture first thing but a thin cloud arrived, thankfully not before I had my walk. I was astonished to see how dry it was underfoot after such a short time of sun, light breeze and hard frost. It certainly makes you think about the climate here. What if the West had a sustained Easterly wind, I suspect it would not take too long for Rona (and the West) to look very different. Imagining whilst I walked, if we had a year or two of this, it was interesting to contemplate that whilst walking.
Disappointingly the seaweed as always full of plastic we have in the past filled tonne bags, sadly we don’t have that time anymore, meanwhile it continues to pollute.
I had gone out to see if I could get a picture of the Curlews, they were noisy yesterday but absent to-day, the Oystercatchers greeted me with their piping. 4 to-day in the Bay but there are more about. The East wind moved any deer in front of me but I caught a couple. The Harbour Forest planted by the Victorians over 170 years ago had the usual wee birds flitting about, lots of Wrens and a noisy flock of Seagulls following me, they are normally stationed around the House and Outrun.
Early Morning DeerNot SpeakingScots Pine Big HarbourRubbishPlasticsSingleMore PlasticSkyeThe Old Man of Storr
The so called ‘RainForest’ was far from that to-day, tinder dry and in these hungry months looking bare just waiting for the temperature to rise and the days to get longer. It will not be long before all the trees burst into life. These days of sunshine will perhaps bring them on but temperatures have remained pretty low. The Scots Pine continues to spread but windblown and browsed, it is slow, some are getting away though, others struggling past the grazing and holding onto the thin soil despite the gales.
The deer dry bath and wallow has had the usual activity, some may point and say, peat erosion, I would say totally normal deer activity. This is what they do, I cannot say if the dry area of exposed peat supports anything but the wallow in summer seems to have plenty dragon flies around and who would deny the deer a bath.
With the trees bare the impact of the wind is only too obvious, finding a Sitka Spruce on the bare hill where no spruce ever existed, windblown from the nearest ex Forestry Commission Forest at Storr perhaps. We have a few regenerating Sitka on Rona and for sure they are fast colonising areas of open moor in Scotland adjacent to Commercial plantations. They will be a major issue in future for sure. All in all a good hour and a half in dry sunny weather.
The Sound of RaasaySitka Spruce Regen’Skye MarbleCrotalThe Dry Bath and WalllowRegenerationThe Old OakBrowsed Trees getting Well AwayDry Harbour From the PointA Survivor