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July, some of the time

As in we are having days of needing suncream and midge spray closely followed by days of needing coats and even having the fire lit of an evening. Rum is forever consistent in her inconsistency!

On the sunny days – of which there have thankfully been a fair few we have been outside making the most of the summer, harvesting blackcurrants and (what will probably be the last of this years) strawberries, thinning the strawberries of runners and then building a brand new strawberry cage. Using entirely recycled materials we covered a patch of ground with black matting, constructed a cage around it complete with door and planted out around 50 of the runners and baby plants I had thinned from existing beds. There is room for another 25 or so which I plan to fill with more runners from another thriving bed. Strawberries are an amazing crop for here, doing well on our poor soil and loving the long hours of daylight.

I’ve been weeding, as my foray into the no-dig method of growing took the classic beginners error of insufficiently deep mulch. I’m learning loads this year about growing and have been delighted to realise that the croft soil which I previously considered not really worth growing directly into is actually fine for some crops and the improved soil where the pigs have been is really quite fertile and with a bit of work is far more of a resource that I had thought. Certainly the artichokes are thriving in it and the fruit trees and bushes are finally starting to do well, the mulched beds (albeit not mulched enough) are proving just fine, particularly when topped up with seaweed and my comfrey feed.

On the days when it has not been very July-like we’ve been busy indoors whipping up new crafts aplenty and restocking the shed. I’ve made more quills from various goose and turkey feathers, finally worked the stamped plates into keyrings and pendants, made a few more dreamcatchers from croft 3 willow and feathers and pretty twirls of beads and yarn. I’ve been fiddling with wire and beads and made a line of midge badges and hairslides and having stumbled upon a nail varnish and wire flowers craft idea on the internet while looking for something else I had a go at making little wire midges with colourful nail varnish wings. Not entirely worth the fiddly-ness but I have already sold one so I may revisit that idea again.

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Back to it

It feels as thought we’ve been home for much longer than just a few days. We’ve had a couple of days of rubbish weather followed by a couple of days of lovely weather so have been making the most of both with indoor and outdoor pursuits.

Ady has been busy with the grass cutter machine. The croft is slowly transforming from reeds and ragwort to grass and clover. We’ll be leaving large areas to stay as wild areas for the butterflies although actually there are far more flowers coming up on the sections we are starting to tame. The sheep and geese need the grass to graze on though and we are starting to get the ragwort under control with lots of cutting. Ady’s also been out with the strimmer in the fruit cage and walled garden to ensure the plants and bushes don’t disappear. And we’ve been out maintaining the welly trail too with a spot of cutting the overgrown undergrowth around them.

I harvested the first crop of blackcurrants and along with some lavender made a few jars of jam. Not enough for selling but it’s topped up our own supply of jam, which is good as the three jars of strawberry jam have already all been eaten. I also harvested the first crop of potatoes, was finally ruthless enough to throw out the straggler tomato plants and begin a compost heap (usually all waste goes to the pigs but I could actually do with starting to make some compost), thinned out the strawberry plants and began plotting to dramatically increase the area for strawberries as they seem to really thrive here as long as they are under plastic. I’ve sown some more herbs, salad, potatoes and peas too.

We have built a pen around the newly planted artichokes which we had started off in pots and were now large enough plants to put out direct into the ground. They need protection from the wild deer, plus our sheep and birds though so we created an area around them which hopefully will keep everyone out.

When we decided earlier this year to go off for the winter and re-evaluate we also decided we would carry on as though we were planning to come back but not do any big projects or make big investments or commitments this year to Rum or the croft. It’s quite good fun trying to come up with ways to get around some of this years challenges without spending money or getting in more resources.

All is quiet on the animal front just now. The broody goose gave up in the end and is back with the gaggle. The eggs she was sitting on came to nothing just like the turkey’s. By this time last year we had pen fulls of ducklings and chicks, I wonder why nothing is happening this year – could it be weather related? June was such a dire month that perhaps conditions just were not right for things to happen. Not sure.

The sheep are getting every more friendly – all three will now come, albeit hesitantly, to have their heads scratched.

And the indoors stuff? I came up with an idea for another new freeform crochet line to sell – notebook covers. So I bought some notebooks while we were off and have made a couple so far. I really like them and the best thing is they are re-usable – once you have filled up that notebook you can slip the cover off and put it onto a new one. Or a sketch pad, or address book (does anyone have such things any more?), diary or journal.

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A Bracing Mainland Trip

Lovely Croftsitter Jen has been back for her third Croft 3 stunt double stint – feeding animals, watering crops, checking stock in the shed and refereeing Bonnie the dog and Kira the cat (who are reluctant housemates who tolerate rather than enjoy each other’s company despite sharing a water bowl and pet bed in Scarlett’s room). We had a week of Mainland jaunts and adventures shaped around a triple dentist appointment schedule for Scarlett.

After 18 months, countless trips to the mainland, extractions, palate expander, train track braces and bands, a self-imposed near liquid / mush diet after the third accidental breakage of the expander and many hours in the dentists chair with her mouth open wide Scarlett’s braces were removed. The before and after pictures tell the story and I remain awed at Scarlett’s amazing stoic attitude to the whole process and the amazing transformation of orthodentist work.


A weekend with friends locally which was lovely. We happened to be there for the hatching of somechicks from eggs we had sent over when one of their hens went broody a month ago and were on hand to advise on a bit of early intervention with an early failing to thrive hatchling who after some help was able to be reintroduced to it’s surrogate chicken mum and siblings and is doing well. Having had so many baby birds inside being reared (mostly by Scarlett) we’ve lost count it was great to be around to help and witness a happy ending. Bet it’s a cockerel though! As a middle aged person which largely seems to now be the demographic most enjoying it, it was also nice to be around for the BBC coverage of Glastonbury as usually we’d be scraping around for sufficient internet to stream or download it onto laptops or phones so it was a real treat to watch on a telly as it happened live!

We had one night of Purple Heaven at a well known budget hotel chain in Fort William – summer season in one of the UKs top tourist destinations meant it was at premium price though so just the one night. It was nice to have baths, loads of junk TV and easy access to the supermarket for 24 hours though. Not to mention the novelty of 4g signal on our phones, which not only do we never get here on Rum but also did’t get either end of our week away being in places with no phone signal even on the mainland.

Then three nights at Acharn Farm wigwams, somewhere very special to us as it’s the place we stayed the night before we moved to Rum. One of those places where ghosts of your former selves echo around you constantly. We had a day down in Oban, Davies got a haircut, Ady got a blood test (routine but tricky to get the blood back to the testing department while fresh enough for testing from the island), we stocked up on boring toiletries and shopping like underwear.

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The June Lull

While most of the rest of the UK has been enjoying / suffering a heat wave depending on your take on warm temperatures (I would be in the moaning about melting camp personally, I do not function well in the heat) it’s been cold and wet here on Rum. The cold is fine, wind has been keeping midges at bay and the wet has at least meant no concerns about drinking water drying up, having to water the crops constantly or feeling sorry for dehydrated animals. It has kept us indoors more than we’d usually be at this time of year though.

The crops are mostly doing ok – the raised beds look full and healthy, probably the best so far and we have had kilos and kilos of strawberries. Enough infact to have actually made some strawberry jam for the first time ever here, usually we just eat them all fresh. Only two precious jars for our own consumption but strawberries are definitely a winning crop to continue with here. They tolerate the poor soil well, enjoy the long daylight hours and seem adept at grabbing the sunshine when they can get it to ripen fast. Peas, beans, onions, garlic, broccoli, cabbage and cauliflowers are all seeming to be growing well although the actual harvesting is a fair way off yet. The asparagus is over for another year. The herbs have not done so well on first sowing so I’ll be doing another lot, probably direct in the ground now and all of my salad has bolted and gone to seed so I need to get sowing some more of that too. I’ve been feeding crops with concentrated comfrey feed from last years crops of comfrey leaves chopped up and floated in net bags within water butts of rainwater. Having all the raised beds contained within a fenced area has been fantastic – no more losing things to the deer or our birds and so far my mulching has not created too many slug related problems. I would like to find a better mulch than cut grass though if I can – not least because hopefully next year it will be sheep grazing rather than Ady cutting the grass, plus Rum is really a bit wet for grass cuttings to be the idea mulch. I’ve potted on the best looking tomatoes and moved them into the outside mini greenhouses. I’ve still got the rejects – they are no good to feed to the pigs and there is something slightly murderous about chucking them out. Every year I plan to just sow fewer seeds and every year I don’t!

The sheared sheep are doing well. One was a bit limpy on her front leg for a day or two – the first sheep ailment we’ve had. Ady has them so relaxed around him they will come for a scratch under the chin so inspecting her leg and foot was a stress free task for all concerned. There were no wounds, no swelling or heat and her foot was showing no signs of foot rot or other nasties so we just kept a close eye on her and within a day or two she was fine again. We assume she twisted or sprained it.

We are yet to see our first hatchlings this year, which is very late but not unwelcome given our intentions to downsize the flock in advance of going off for the winter and uncertainty about our plans next year. Mrs Turkey returned to the croft having given up on her nest. We had a few days of concern about Mr Turkey who had lost condition and perkiness during her absence and didn’t cheer up as we’d expected once she came back. We penned him for a few days and ensured he was eating lots, gave him a tonic of apple cider vinegar and within about 48 hours he was back on form and is now strutting around and displaying again as usual.

Sadly we lost a goose this week. She appeared struggling to breath and ailing. We caught her and inspected her, tried to give her water and having decided she was either choking or taking her final breaths so swung her to try and clear her airways. Sadly she died. We did autopsy her though and our conclusion was that she was egg bound, a condition which affects lots of female poultry and is very hard to diagnose / treat. As the cause of death is poisoning from the unformed / unlaid egg she was not suitable for eating either.

We also lost my favourite cockerel. He was the prettiest we had but the main reason I liked him was his crow. Having kept chickens for about 10 years I’ve learned that all cockerels have their own crow. They vary from 3 to about 6 or even 7 syllables, some short, some long but are always the same for each bird. This particular bird actually had the traditional cock-a-doodle-doo as his crow and was the first cockerel we’ve had that did. Every spring when the ganders start getting all feisty the cocks start scrapping with each other with any dominant ones deciding they need to fight it out. We always separate them to try and prevent this but sadly this year we had a casualty.

Of course the main reason we keep animals here at all is for food. The last two weeks we have also been busy processing some meat for ourselves. We killed several cockerels and drakes and one of the pigs. The chickens were the best we’ve reared for the table yet – we did pen and fatten them for the final couple of weeks. The drakes were the first of our ducks we have killed to eat and were delicious. The pig was the eleventh we have done here and probably the final one – it leaves us with just two, who have become pets really.

It has meant that for the last two whole weeks all of our meat has been of Rum origin – either venison we processed ourselves or our own pork, chicken or duck.

In other news The Shed has been doing a roaring trade. Mostly in jam and eggs but we’ve sold candles, bath fizzers, paracord midges, friendship bracelets and a glasses case. So while the wet weather has been keeping me indoors I’ve been busily replenishing stocks.

When I read all that back perhaps it’s not quite the lull I imagined!

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A very woolly week

After our first taste of shearing last weekend our friend Mike came up the following day and supervised Ady and I shearing half a sheep each.

Which left us to shear sheep number 3 all by ourselves, which we did a couple of days later having very clearly observed the difference in sprightliness between sheared and unsheared sheep once the weather warms up. A non-weighted down sheep is a way happier, friskier creature. They definitely rediscover their inner lamb!

Scarlett created celebratory sheep cupcakes for us as a reward!

The collective shearings fill a huge sack with fleece ready to start the next step in the learning process.

I’m an OK knitter, a pretty good crocheter and an amateur but practised needle felter so all that fleece is calling me with the promise of so many crafting adventures. But first I need to learn about the step inbetween taking it off the sheep and going at it with a needle or hook.

I have a number of books which refer to various ways of preparing fleece into yarn so have been pouring over them and learning about carding, staple length, working ‘in the grease’ and worsted weights.

And playing with a drop spindle. Which has netted the smallest amount of very slubby yarn, a small amount of improvement and a lot of dropping the whole lot and uttering swear words!

I LOVE the opportunity to learn a new skill, really enjoying every aspect of it from the steep learning curve of having zero skill to that light bulb moment of ‘oh I get it’ and then the improvement with practise and the satisfaction of acquiring a new skill. Even more so when the new skill results in something tangible. Something we can use, consume or create with. And because I am very keen to be as able and independent as possible I love it even more when I can complete every single step of something myself.

Further updates on progress as it happens…

And to complete the woolly week I have been asked if I would like to send some of my creations to a pop up shop showcasing the work of artists and makers for the summer. I’ll share more details of that once it has launched but it’s a really exciting project I am delighted to be part of and so I need a bit more stock of my midges and freeform creations to send there. Today was midge making.

How fab would it be if my creations were from wool I had dyed and spun myself? One day, maybe.

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Take that coat off – so I can wear it.

The Croft 3 creatures all have to be at least dual purpose, preferably more. So the birds provide us with eggs for ourselves and to sell, feathers for crafts and are also used to fatten for our own table, for selling on as livestock or to carry on breeding the next generation. The pigs prepare and improve the croft ground and feed us.

The sheep are our newest acquisition livestock-wise. As ever we started small with a flock of just three – bred and reared on our neighbouring Isle of Muck. Keeping it local, supporting the neighbouring farm and ensuring we were taking animals used to the conditions and climate of the Small Isles. They arrived with us in August last year. We took three ewes – not just two incase we lost one, all girls because we wanted to ensure that they were going to fare well on Croft 3 and on Rum, not more than we could confidently manage and learn with.

We had worked a little bit with sheep before. I worked as a volunteer shepherd for the local council back in Sussex doing a few shifts each month of checking the various small flocks scattered over council owned chalk downland to graze the pasture without impacting on the land. Although I had a weekend of training which included handling sheep a fair bit I never actually had to use those practical skills during my shepherding stints. While we were WWOOFing we worked at several places which had flocks of sheep. We were around for some lambing and some shearing and some breeding but none of that experience ever compares to keeping your own livestock.

We had concerns about the climate and conditions of the croft / Rum for sheep and all they would face in the changing seasons here. Winters are harsh in terms of being very wet and windy but we have various shelters all over the croft for the livestock but heavy fleeced sheep carrying around wet cold fleeces can be pretty miserable. Their feet can struggle with the soft constant mud and the boggier parts of the croft are a haven for the snail part of the life cycle for liver fluke. During the summer Rum is notorious for ticks, midges and clegs all of which will plague livestock, plus of course the usual sheep concerns of flystrike. So we’ve embarked on a careful regime of vigilance, taming the sheep to be hand fed and stroked so that inspecting and treating them is fairly easy and stress free for both them and us and so far they are faring very well.

Our first big challenge though was shearing them. Having ensured they are definitely not pregnant (despite our careful plans two rams from another croft on the island were regular visitors last autumn and were discovered to not be as castrated as first thought meaning there was a slim possibility of lambs. That was very much not our plan so we were very relieved when the potential due date came, passed and is now long gone. We’ve had a very warm May and the sheep have been increasingly looking uncomfortable and fed up in their very thick fleeces. We’d had a few offers from folk we know who can shear and had more or less arranged it when a friend who is very knowledgeable about sheep announced he was coming for a visit to the island and would bring along his shears and give us a lesson.

Today we caught sheep number 1 and she very patiently (and calmly) allowed our friend M to show Ady and then supervise as Ady continued the job.

She looked so happy and relieved to be free of that fleece and has been by far the most active of the three sheep for the rest of the evening.

Leaving us with her fleece.

And if our friend M is a whizz with the shears then his wife D is cleverer still and came armed with her travelling spinning wheel! Sat out on the sporran, with an appreciative audience of Rum folk who had come up to watch D spun a small amount of the fleece which I then crocheted into a small square.

Our first fleece from our first sheep spun and turned into our first square. All within about 20 minutes of coming off the sheep’s back.

I love it when our self sufficient ambitions pay off in the shape of delicious food. I also love it when we are able to create material we can craft with or even clothe ourselves with.

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Next Steps

Life continues as usual Up On The Croft (feel free to sing that to the tune of ‘up on the roof’ – I do, regularly, accompanying myself on my ukulele). Crops are doing well, first strawberries and asparagus have been harvested and consumed, most of the seedlings are now in the raised beds. The netting is fixed back on to the fruit cage and the ‘walled garden’ (what we call the area of raised beds we have fenced in now) to protect from the birds. We have various broody birds on clutches of eggs including a couple of ducks, geese, several hens and our turkey. We have passed the date when we would have had lambs and are fairly confident we’ll have no piglets this year either. We’re doing well in the shop with one flavour of jam already sold out. It’s the traditional bramble & apple which is often a best seller and perversely I deliberately never make quite enough of because it annoys me that people choose that over the adventurous alternatives such as bramble & rose, bramble & chilli or bramble & aniseed! Actually bramble and rose is looking like the top seller so far this year to be fair.

In other news though we are thinking ahead while living in the here and now. Our plans to leave Rum for the winter are firming up nicely.

Our current plan is to leave the island mid November and head down to the south west of the UK, an area we know well and have spent lots of time in. We will spend the darkest months of the year there, catch up with family and friends, have a proper family Christmas and then head back up to the country to arrive back here in the spring time. The finer details are all still to be ironed out over the coming months but we at least have a place we know we’ll be over the winter in order to get that perspective and time away from here that we feel we need in order to come up with the what happens next part of our plans.

In the meantime, having never been to school Davies has reached school leaving age. Our first entirely autonomously home educated child who will now never go to school. Seeing the young man before us now staring to prepare to stretch his wings and strive toward independence only fuels our certainty that for us this was entirely the right choice. I don’t blog much about our Home Ed choices – that is not what this blog is about and the stories are no longer really mine to tell as they belong far more to Davies and Scarlett but it feels appropriate to mark the end of one chapter of our family adventure and share the start of the next one.

At every stage of our parenting / Home ed / life adventures we have considered ourselves partners with Davies and Scarlett in their lives. They have always had really big loud voices in what happens next and the choices we make. The option of school, or indeed a different type of Home Education was always open to them if they ever wished to explore it. Many of their peers have chosen to study for qualifications over the last few years – some from home and some from attending school or college either full or part time. The option has been there but has felt superfluous up to this point. Davies is starting to consider what he would like to do next and having done lots of research (psychometric tests, careers quizzes, online research into various jobs, talking at length to me – after all I did used to be a recruitment consultant!) he has decided to take his interest in psychology and social sciences further and learn at a more in depth level. Several of the career options he is interested in will require qualifications and so we decided that the time was right to study at a more formal level, learning more about a subject that interests him, gaining the relevant skills in demonstrating his skills in research, retaining information, constructing arguments, writing essays and debating ideas and getting a qualification. Davies is not at this stage interested in leaving home or attending a college (although we would utterly support him if he was and find a way to enable that to happen with him living either with us or staying with family) and likes the idea of continuing to learn as he always has done, at his own pace, research and interest led, interacting with others who are equally interested in the subject matter and exploring what he has learned in context with the world around him. Our research into the learning experience and particular subjects he was interested in led us to the Open University.

So, after various phone calls and emails back and forth between Davies and the enrolments team he is now set up ready to begin an access course in October in People, Work & Society. It’s very part time, will be an excellent gateway to further education if he decides to carry on that way, will expand upon subject matter he is already interested in and give him a great introduction to more formal study, assessments and distance learning. If he wants to continue then it will lead to starting a degree next year which he can study for around his other interests and passions. Meanwhile when we are over in the winter Davies will be 17 so we are planning to get him through his driving test so that he has even more independence and ability to start striking out when we come back to Rum next year.

Exciting times ahead.

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Real life again

Another gap in blogging. For all the ‘right reasons’ fortunately.

The April gap was because we were so busy with friends and family visiting and us having time off Rum. The May gap has been because we’ve been so busy catching up with all the stuff on the Croft that we didn’t get round to because of all the visitors and visiting!

Croft 3 In the Shed has been promisingly busy – selling lots and lots of jam and eggs, postcards and a heartening amount of new products like the paracord midges.

In a slightly unusual turn of events my small amount of sitting down indoors time has resulted in making something just for me. On our trip to Harris & Lewis last year I bought a few end of run balls of yarn from the Harris tweed store -the place where the material, garments and rugs are woven. Scarlett and I chose a few sort of complementary balls in various sizes and I’ve been toying with what to do with them ever since. I even made a scarf from one of the balls but it was too short so I unravelled it. But odd half hours here and there this week randomly picking up colours and changing directions and stitches as I went along until the yarn ran out this morning have created a super cosy scarf which I am delighted with and am even looking forward to the winter when I can snuggle my neck into it.

I’ve spent hours and hours in the walled garden. Weeded all the beds, planted out all the seedlings, watered, listed to many podcasts and celebrated the first asparagus peeping through. This year we finally get to cut and eat it!

We’ve made full use of the cob oven, cooking in it about four times. It gives us such a feeling of achievement that oven. It symbolises our ideals of turning natural resources into low impact tools, making use of what is already here. Being able to slowly cook our own pork adds an even more rewarding (and delicious) element. Being able to host friends we’ve made since we’ve lived here pretty much makes for a perfect afternoon. Which was how Ady celebrated his birthday last weekend.

We’ve rounded up some of the extra cockerels and drakes roaming the croft and penned them to fatten for the table. We had a couple of incidents of cockerels fighting plus the female ducks and chickens were getting pretty hassled by the males so it was time. They will have a couple of weeks of being in (still very large) pens with plenty of food before we despatch them. We have various broody females sitting on eggs around the place – a turkey in the woodland, some chickens in sheds and a couple of ducks in undisclosed locations that we are aware exist but not sure of the precise place. So we’re on the alert for the cheep cheep of tiny beaks any time soon.

And we’ve been interspersing our busyness on the croft with plenty of enjoying our surroundings too. I think no matter where you are it’s so very important to take time to stand and stare. Possibly even more so if you are somewhere like Rum where it is both so very, very beautiful but also that beauty comes at such a high cost at times.

So river swimming and boat trips it is then.

And an early evening cider on the sporran celebrating the first day of the year when you get to walk around the croft wearing normal shoes instead of wellies!

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Adventures in Ireland

About fifteen years ago in the early days of the internet and my early days of parenting I joined a couple of online parenting forums. The internet has moved on to an almost unrecognisable incarnation and life has moved on too. However from both of those forums came ‘imaginary’ internet friends who existed first on the other side of the screen but over the years many of them have become real life friends. My online friends, much like Davies and Scarlett’s are scattered across the globe – it’s a world wide web after all. Many of the friends who have visited us here on Rum over the last five years and many of the friends we have adventured off to visit were friendships first forged online.

One of the forums was a feminist parenting forum, mostly populated by women, mostly at similar stages of motherhood to my own – babies and toddlers. Women from all walks of life, all professions, all corners of the planet. Our paths came from different directions, crossed with each other and carried off along tangents but that group of women remain some of my very best friends to this day. Women I still talk to online daily, sharing the ups and downs, ifs and whys of life. We’ve supported each other through bereavements, marital breakups, new relationships, parenthood from birth and beyond, career ups and downs and more. They truly are my sisters. One of the great joys of these relationships is how in many cases the friendships have included partners and children with our offspring considering themselves extended family to each other too.

At the end of last year when Scarlett was trying to come up with ideas for birthday and Christmas gifts she declared that she would rather have experiences and memories than stuff (that’s my girl!) and so her gifts included a trip to the local wildlife park when we were on the mainland and ‘going somewhere on a plane’. Despite ecological guilt having never flown Scarlett wanted to tick that off her list of experiences. So budget and time constraints in mind the obvious destination was Northern Ireland. Nearby, somewhere neither of us had been (she chose to have her adventure with me) but better yet somewhere where we’d been invited by one of those ‘sisters’ of mine, one who’s daughter has become a ‘sister’ of Scarlett’s.

So, to round off our mad month Scarlett and I left Rum last week on the ferry, drove to Glasgow, flew to Belfast and had a three night stay in Northern Ireland. I think it would be fair to say we squeezed every last drop out of our time there, including a completely epic first day when we were both awake for a full 24 hours from walking across to Glasgow airport at 5am, boarding a tour coach in Belfast city centre at 9am, travelling up to the north coast to a spot where you can stand in Northern Ireland and spot both Eire and Scotland, leaping from rock to rock at the Giants Causeway (somewhere that had been on my list of places I wanted to visit for a very long time), popping into a whiskey distillery, walking across a rope bridge metres above the rocks and ocean, eating ice cream, fast food dinner, the opera and then bottles of champagne and singing. We also fitted in pints of Guinness in a pub, a meal out, an open topped bus tour of Belfast taking in the various sights and sounds including the Titanic quarters, the peace wall, various locations that I had seen on the news as a child during the troubles and the murals. I cried.

It was an utterly fabulous few days. So lovely to spend time with friends at their gorgeous home, catch a glimpse of Belfast – enough to make us sure we want to return, rack up some stories to tell (the abandoned wine, the taxi mix up of there being two airports in Belfast…) and despite us both really missing Ady and Davies (safely back on Rum looking after the croft and staying up late watching movies that Scarlett and I wouldn’t want to watch and eating chips with everything by all accounts) it was lovely to have a wee adventure just me and my girl.

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ice creams ireland

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Fond of heart?

In my head I hadn’t been away quite so long….

April was always going to be a mad month for us this year. So mad infact that it started back in March and didn’t end until May! For the whole of that six week period we had just 2 nights where we woke up on our own beds, went to sleep in our own beds and there were only the four of us in our caravan. The rest of the time we were either some or all of us not at home or had guests also staying.

We had visits from friends and family, went off to visit friends, had trips to the dentist, went to collect visitors and in the case of Scarlett and I had a mini adventure including planes.

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As I say, a mad month.

In typical April fashion we had all extremes of weather – frost and snow, rail, enough of a dry spell to require suncream, the island hydro power system to fall back to diesel back up and the fire warning signs to go up. Birds have gone broody, the cuckoo has begun to call, the swifts are back, the bats are flying and it’s still daylight at 930pm.

We celebrated our five year anniversary of living on Rum. Five years! I think I need to dedicate a post all of it’s own to that particular milestone actually, it feels such an achievement.