Name: Life At The End Of The Road
Place: East of the Atlantic
Idea: I’d just come from the island of Scalpay where I’d lived and worked as a scallop farm manager for 4 years. Now that was REMOTE, no phone, no ferry, no electricity, no roads and if I wanted mail I had to go and get it from the post office on Skye! So moving to Raasay with it’s own ferry and a road right to my door seemed like a step in the right direction.
Many blogger write abut their lives. But only some of them have stories that capture the reader and special moments. Life At The End Of The Road does. It’s more of a book than a blog. It tells a story. It’s personal. And it’s also a window to another world. And because it’s not that easy to understand what it means to live at the end of a road, Paul gives us photos. Of different places, people and animals. So the place doesn’t seem to be so small and lonesome. It’s rather very diverse and so the blog is also some kind of travellog. Life At The End Of The Road features a large archive of posts starting back in December 2007. How can Paul write a post almost every day, with so much work to do? How does the story go on? Will Wee Bee wear some flashing antlers in 2011, too?
Two new arrivals from March 2009
The post’s title stands for the whole blog. The whole life at the end of the road. It’s all about arriving. Of new-born animals (pigs, dogs, sheeps,… etc.). Of Paul and his family arriving there. Of the difficulties but also the joy they undergo when bringing things (a boat) to the end of the road. Of the expected and the unexpected. Of life at the end of the road. Great work this post. And so the whole blog is…
“Today came as a bit of a shock because when I awoke for work at 5:50 it was still dark and was not fully light when I set off on my pig feeding mission at 6:30. Now regular followers will know of my quest to keep these two groups of pigs apart and how I’ve been going out earlier every day in an attempt to keep them apart during feeding. On the whole and contrary to any recognized pig rearing regime this has worked very well, so when I went out at what 5:30 PMT (porky mean time ) I figured as these pigs had not put their clocks forward they’d still be in their beds. I was, as is quite often the case wrong! and the two groups of 4 piglets came charging at me from two different directions down the road! so I dumped their food into two piles, left them to it and went to work!”
Artwork: Screenshots of Life At The End Of The Road