Well, at long long last we're getting some decent weather, and what could be better than a good September. The colours are wonderful and a walk over the forest road was delightful.  This bit of road near Grogport is now known as the 'haul road' as it was used by SSE to bring big machinery over to their site.  If only the crane had stuck to it, it wouldn't have ended upside down in a ravine!  I now thought it was quite safe for dog walking when a grumbling and rattling echoed round , and over the hill, heading for the dogs, was a huge crane on a low loader.  Arne leapt into a peaty pool in terror.

And once this stuff gets stuck on them it just has to wear off round the house. Be warned!!!

Last burst of excitement in the village will be the famous Duck Race at the end of the month.  A long standing institution for the September week-end , it is organised by the church and there are all sorts of festivities as the ducks putter down the burn.  And wonderful prizes. Don't miss it!

But of course a late autumn break in one of our snug little cottages might be just the thing you need to set you up for winter so don't forget us.  We're busier than ever in the workshop so there will always be someone around to look after you.

At last!  A good drying day.  And just as well with three cottages changing over, our number 1 gentleman cleaner winging his way to the Algarve to play golf, new taps needed in Mhairi's,  and piles of ironing to be done so we had enough sheets. However Mike and I can turn our hands to anything, and wonderful Audrey did the ironing in double quick time, so all was well for our next visitors.  But as you get shown into a nice clean and tidy cottage, little do you realise the rushing around that has gone on in the background.

At one time I had 4 letting caravans on the caravan site and armed with our ancient land Rover (which Mike swears he will rebuild one day) fitted with a generator (for the vac.) I would sometimes have to get them all changed over and ready on a Saturday.  Nowadays many people book for shorter than a week, and for  any day, which actually makes our life much easier.

This coming weekend is the Mull of Kintyre Music Festival in Campbeltown with some terrific gigs. It has gone back to its Celtic Roots and with the Treacherous  Orchestra and Diamh it has some real pros.  We saw the latter in South Cork in May when we go over to a Fiddle Fair, and it will be nice to see them again in the Heritage Centre which is a lovely venue.

We are coming up to the last trips of the season of  The Waverley paddle steamer  from Tarbert.  We went a fornight ago and had a brilliant afternoon.  To be hugely recommended.  2.45 from Tarbert Pier every Wednesday afternoon. 

Well, despite the cold erratic summer we are managing to get some nice weather at the week-ends and yesterday was no exception though we started off our Sunday walk in a fine drizzle.  This excused us from one of our 7 mile marathons, and we decided to wander over Deer Hill.  By the time we got to the top the sun was out and there were wonderful drifts of mist ;  with the rhododendrons out and fresh green tips on the firs, it was well worth the hike.
Next excitement in the village is the Great  Carradale Canter - the harbour group's first stab at running a 10 K and  5 K. (sounds as if they are doing the running which I doubt)  Lots of entrants so it should be  a good day.12th July - details on line if you fancy a go.

Well, high drama  and panic in the village - the bakers stopped doing the papers!  Imagine the shock horror amongst our retiree population.  And what's more - if you hadn't got them from the pier shop in the past you certainly weren't going to get them now.
All because the Campbeltown supplier had closed.

However after about a week of tension - and those who were getting them posted up from Campbeltown lambasting  poor John the postie if he was late with deliveries - the issue has been resolved.  Papers again.  Phew........

Well, what a great spell of weather we've had ;  the hens just love the sunshine and the combination of a glorious day and the pleasure of digging up the garden to make dust bowls is almost too much for them.  So they just lay more and more eggs and for me Spring is a frenzy of cake and quiche making.  We had the daft idea of getting a smaller freezer and there's not much extra room for all these goodies so if you happen to open your cottage freezer and find it packed with chocolate cake then just quietly eat it!

Lots on in the village over Easter - it's a great time for family visits;  what's more all the traditional Carradale holiday visitors turn up in force so the Golf Club is packed and it's hard to find a place to eat. It would be lovely if the summer holidays had the same feel of camaraderie but times have changed and we don't get so many repeat visits as we used to.  People come and have a lovely time exploring Kintyre, but next year it has to be somewhere else. But we do have our wonderful old faithfuls, and many people pop down for a few days of nostagia!

The huge electricity project up the road has moved into a new phase and is much less disruptive.  What's more, most of the back road is being resurfaced which is wonderful.. This is going on at night and the other day Mike, returning from Yorkshire, had to do the last part of his journey along forest roads! We still await the exciting part of laying a cable undersea from Crossaig to Hunterston but there won't be much to see.  We'll all be taking trips back and forth on the Arran ferry just to get a peek.

Talking of which, Arran fares have come down drastically thanks to a subsidy call the Road Equivalent Tariff, so we'll all be having a day over there with the car for next to nothing.  When this came in to the Outer Isles they weere inundated with mobile homes, and the people in Mull are dreading the same.  Arran seems a bit more laid back about the whole thing,  and what a nice perk if you live on the island.

Not very exciting , but we've just installed a nice large tumble drier in the bothy for all to use. Douglas and Colin's already have washer/driers but when the Bendix in Mhairi's gave up the ghost ( nearly 20 years old - why did my expensive new Hotpoint give up after 18 months?) we just put in a washing machine only.  We've been so busy over winter that drying sheets had become a bit of a problem, hence the decent sized tumble drier.  So, a useful wee extra we hope.

On a business point, the cottages have always come under the Wallis Hunter banner, being part of Mike's overall business.  However our jewellery is moving over to becoming a limited company at the end of March, and the cottages will be the only thing left in Wallis Hunter.  Makes no odds to anyone -  but with modern payment methods, cards Paypal etc, it causes me (accounts!) a lot of hassle.  Have you tried opening a new bank account recently?  Don't.

Well, so much for Spring, Woke up to a nice covering of snow this morning - you may be able to spot the brave wee daffodil hiding behind the fence.  My doughty assistant made it up from Campbeltown, but the school bus is still sitting at the top of A Creuch  (that VERY steep hill), scared to descend.  We get slightly stuck here in the snow - all these braes and glens - and the best this winter was a taxi driver heading back to Campbeltown who spent all night on the hill at Saddell.  But it doesn't happen often.

A foul weekend, so we were all delighted to go up to the Hotel on Sunday for a Red Nose bakery event.  We all took wonderful cakes up, and then ate them.  Place was packed and the raffle was terrific - Mike and I managed to claim 3 prizes - and we put two more back.  But we needed the wine as we had been entertaining at the week-end and stocks were depleted. Full marks to Tom and the hotel for a great effort.

Whist is starting in the Hall again on the odd Friday, so you may be lucky enough to be here at the right time. It's great fun and no-one gets cross if you play the wrong suit.  Mike and I last played whist in the high Andes in an extremely cold tent, by candlelight - so cold that you couldn't manage to hold the cards.  So Mike refuses ever to play again. Just as well.

Well, the sun's out now so hopefully the bus will have descended , the head mistress will have appeared, and life will go on its merry way.