Oooot and Abooot
Posted: Thursday, 26 April 2007 |
Today I gave myself a day off, Instead of geting up and proceeding to the building project I decided to have a relaxing day. Mr B was on his own today, I am sure that he can cope with the wiring on his own, well he is the qualified electrician.
It was such a bonny day that I flung all the windows open that I could manage to open , the bathroom one has a habit of falling out of the surround and not being able to shut again so I left that. The poor old dog was shhhushed into the garden so that I could vacate his bed and wash and air the duvet he sleeps and slobbers on. Out came the vacuum cleaner the polish and the spit and I bottomed the building (all four peedie rooms of it). The washing machine was rattling away as load after load was washed and pegged out on the line.
The house looked habitable again and I felt grand.
The sun was really bright and not too many clouds in the sky so I chucked the wellies, camera, dog, dog biscuits, poo bags, assorted throwing toys and a warm jumper in the car and headed for the beach.
I had to post a letter so down to the village first where the Thorsvoe and the crew were just gettting ready after their lunch to set sail again for Kirkwall, Moored in the harbour was The Swan a marvelous boat that had been out the night before carrying the residents of Shapinsay and who else wanted to get on board for a sail
Picture 1: The Swan moored at the Shapinsay Slip
I took a few more pictures and then headed for the dogs fav beach at Skenstoft, The tide was well out and the sea was a turquoise green with dark shadows where the rocks were and fulmars buzzed over the dogs head drawn by the tennis ball that he was chasing, I think they thought it was food.
On then to Burroughstone Broch and the Seals basking in the sun. Finally calling at the Ness of Shapinsay to sit on the silver sand and watch the dog up to his jowls in sea water and loving every minute of it.
On the way home via Frustigarth I stopped to take some pics of the old Kirk with no roof. And then it was off back to Barebraes to clean up the dog and see what Mr B had achieved.
At least the dog will sleep well tonight he must have run a marathon today.
Hope you all had a sunny day too.
The small blob in the pic below is Hooch on his fav beach
It was such a bonny day that I flung all the windows open that I could manage to open , the bathroom one has a habit of falling out of the surround and not being able to shut again so I left that. The poor old dog was shhhushed into the garden so that I could vacate his bed and wash and air the duvet he sleeps and slobbers on. Out came the vacuum cleaner the polish and the spit and I bottomed the building (all four peedie rooms of it). The washing machine was rattling away as load after load was washed and pegged out on the line.
The house looked habitable again and I felt grand.
The sun was really bright and not too many clouds in the sky so I chucked the wellies, camera, dog, dog biscuits, poo bags, assorted throwing toys and a warm jumper in the car and headed for the beach.
I had to post a letter so down to the village first where the Thorsvoe and the crew were just gettting ready after their lunch to set sail again for Kirkwall, Moored in the harbour was The Swan a marvelous boat that had been out the night before carrying the residents of Shapinsay and who else wanted to get on board for a sail
Picture 1: The Swan moored at the Shapinsay Slip
I took a few more pictures and then headed for the dogs fav beach at Skenstoft, The tide was well out and the sea was a turquoise green with dark shadows where the rocks were and fulmars buzzed over the dogs head drawn by the tennis ball that he was chasing, I think they thought it was food.
On then to Burroughstone Broch and the Seals basking in the sun. Finally calling at the Ness of Shapinsay to sit on the silver sand and watch the dog up to his jowls in sea water and loving every minute of it.
On the way home via Frustigarth I stopped to take some pics of the old Kirk with no roof. And then it was off back to Barebraes to clean up the dog and see what Mr B had achieved.
At least the dog will sleep well tonight he must have run a marathon today.
Hope you all had a sunny day too.
The small blob in the pic below is Hooch on his fav beach
Comments
Good you had a day off. Perhaps you should take the hulk on a date sometime, rather than let him try to electrocute himself all alone? # How about captions, Barebraes. Nice photos, but for furreners, captions would help.
mjc from NM,USA
these photos are really lovely, thank you for sharing your part of the world with others
carol from france
Love the pictures and I agree we need captions. What is the weather like in January where you are at. I want to come in January for curling in Perth but didn't know if you could get where you are at that time of year and do some sightseeing.
Andrea from Florida, USA
Blog modified and ready for all the furreners to leave comments on :)
Barebraes from Shapinsay
Well, that was June...now when will wet windy April make an appearance? The thought of Hooch as a small blob has a certain appeal!
Flying Cat from meteoroligical mewsings
You can get here in January but be prepared for a few delays re flights and ferries the windy month is not the best time to visit unless you are prepared for the extremes. You will always find a warm welcome in Orkney tho whatever month you visit. Hope that you enjoy it
Barebraes from Shapinsay
I do like old stones, whether as part of walls, paths or brochs. There is something strangely reassuring, almost satisfying, looking at ruins of old kirks (natural ruins, not caused by the likes of Cromwell), and stone markers in cemeteries. Somehow the ones on islands in colder climes have a greater poignancy than rural churches and cemeteries adorned with bougainvilleas etc. in, say, tropical Barbados, Martinique or St. Lucia.
mjc from NM,USA
Oooot and Abooot????? Are you from Scotland.....or Canada? :-) mjc from NM,USA, all stones are old. Some are very old. Some are very very old. And some are just so old that they are older than old. Except for the ones that just came out of a volcano. They are not too old :-)
Mark from USA
Hi Mark from USA. Trust a fellow citizen to set one right!! Poetic license is what I am claiming (I guess). # I am getting rather old myself, though not yet stone cold. # Ooot and Abooot is from England. She keeps the return part of her ticket safely tucked away in a hiding place on Hooch's collar, for use in case the natives get restless. Barebraes has probably forgotten that the return portion of her ticket expires in a year. Stuck for good in Shapinsay, she is.
mjc from NM,USA
No Mark I am not a Scotl nor an Orcadian but when in Rome and all that.
Barebraes from Shapinsay
And here I thought Canada held an international patent on the pronunciation of about as abooot. If it wasn't for that and the fact that they say aye instead of huh, we'd have a lot of problems telling them apart from ourselves....until they start going on about Canada. Once they get started....well just try it sometime and see what happens. Actually these islands kind of remind me of Nova Scotia. Seems like it would have almost the same feel to it. Hey, doesn't Nova Scotia mean New Scotland? Reading this blog and seeing those photos makes me want to sing a stanza or two of Loch Lomand.
Mark from USA
Shapinsay Slip looks so calm it must be so relaxing tohave aholiday there
Becky from Newcastle upon Tyne from North east of England
It is a relaxing place to visit and live
Barebraes from Shapinsay
We moved here in September 05 and have met many good friends. What more could you want from life.
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