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Running the storm

Unplanned events are often the best.

An impromptu offer of a trip on a friends boat came by text the other evening, and as the weather looked fair and we don’t get a chance to get out onto the water often, we jumped at the opportunity.

Incredible light

We drove down to Heaste, a village some miles away, where the boat was moored at the local pontoon. Heaste sits at the head of Loch Eishort, a long narrow sea loch that opens up into the sea, and that’s fringed on one side by the jagged silhouette of the Cuillin mountains in the distance.

Our friends, mussel farmers, steered the boat into the mouth of the loch where the waters mingled with those of Loch Slapin and the open sea, killed the engine and let her drift slowly in on the tide.

Husband gutting fish over the side of the boat

It was a fabulous evening. The mackerel were biting and we landed half a dozen or so in the first few minutes of fishing, clearly having hit a shoal. Beautiful fish, dazzling with iridescent turquoise markings and firm flesh.

Storm clouds gathering

As the sun dipped into the west, black clouds started to gather ominously and the first spots of rain fell. We decided that we’d pack up and motor back in, and it proved to be not a moment too soon as the wind picked up and drove the first spots of rain upon us.

Double rainbow over the hills

The skies were a remarkable colour. Dark clouds infused with the golden light of the low sun, and a double rainbow glowing across the hillsides. It was a constantly changing tableau of light as the minutes passed and we motored back, running just ahead of the storm into safe harbour.

A magical evening, not least because of the weather. Good company, the joy of being out at sea, and the chance to experience Skye’s changing light and weather from a unique perspective.

Running the storm by @judithbrown
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Onions, winter seeds & mackerel pate

As long as I do things slowly with a rest and feet up between each activity, it’s surprising how much I can get through in a day whilst recuperating.

Husband went fishing yesterday afternoon at high tide, and came back with several beautiful fat mackerel.

We grilled them for supper last night on the fire pit. There’s nothing more delicious than fresh mackerel, succulent, crispy and smoky from the coals. It’s so good to feel that this is free bounty from the sea! We ate them with fresh lettuce, cucumbers and potatoes from the polycrub.

We cooked them all whilst spankingly fresh, knowing that there were more than we could eat so that the leftover ones could be turned into mackerel pate this morning. That will be my first job after we’ve cleared away the breakfast things.

Whilst bimbling around in the vegetable patch yesterday, bemoaning the state of the weeds and the rushes – knowing that I mustn’t try and sort it out else my poor, tortured stomach muscles would give up the ghost completely – I noticed that the onions were about ready to harvest, and that some of them were sending up flower shoots.

An onion with a flower shoot

The perceived wisdom from Google is that when onions do this they should be harvested immediately. It also advises that onions that have done this should be used first as they don’t store well.

I think a few minutes of harvesting onions later today is on the cards. They come out of the soil easily being grown so so close to the surface, so it’s really no effort. Honestly.

The final job that I want to achieve this weekend is to sow some winter seeds. Once the onions have been lifted, followed very soon by the potatoes, there will be some raised bed space made free, and I’m keen to keep vegetable production going.

I’m going to try some Asian greens and winter radish alongside the winter lettuce and kale. Let’s see what we can achieve. I love that growing is a constant cycle of experimenting and learning.

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Seafood feast

I love living on this island. The waters around it are cold and clean, and the seafood fished in its waters can’t be beaten.

Kind neighbours alerted us to the fact that we could buy rope grown mussels fresh from a small mussel farm a few villages away some weeks back. I’ve always loved shellfish, but these were a revelation. Small and sweet.

This morning we got a text from them again to say that fresh langoustine would be landed today, and would we like some? Would we ever!

They arrived as the sun was setting, with a carrier bag holding two kilos of live langoustine. For less money than a tiny bowl of these, should you even be able to get them, in London..

When we opened the bag I have to say that my heart quailed a bit. They were very alive…snapping their pincers and looking very angry. Quite rightly so. Thankfully husband is made of sterner stuff and he stepped in and cooked and prepared them for us.

Supper tonight was a feast. Simply cooked and dipped in garlic and coriander butter, they were sweet and succulent. I’ve never had fresher or tasted better.

I suspect most of these make their way abroad usually, but with Covid meaning that hotels and restaurants are closed, the local fishermen are offering them to locals.

Definitely our gain.