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Haven't bloged for a while; but since I did, there have still been incidents: first, storms and floods in October; then the extra hour and continued bad weather as the middle of November is almost upon us.
I draw the curtains early now, during the night keeping occupied with reading and the various other technological passtimes.
Climate change and Global warming don't look as if they are going to diminish in the diffirent medias, nor indeed, does it seem that Nuclear power is getting any less attention.
Thousands take up the cry of our need to take heed of the pollution problem. Are we going to cover the land with Wind turbines and change the appearance of the country as a whole. Some say Nuclear power plants might well be the answer, but then other serious problems arise.
Anyway, here on a small hebridean island, such issues could be a million miles away. But strangely nature does make it quite clear to the observer variations in its workings even passively considered.
I am led to understand that the world as a whole is slowly becoming a dangerous place to live in. Are we going to feel the full brunt of it all soon, or long after I leave this scene. Well it will be about Forty years before I'm a hundred years of age.

I'm sorry that this blog is not in gaelic as my writing in it is rather rusty owing to lack of practise.
I know very little as regards the history of the potato plant or where it came from.
Potatoes as far as I'm concerned have almost been part of a way of life, as regards the crofter of the west highlands up untill recently.
From my very young days, the potato could be considered one of the important root crops of the arable lands' yearly rotation, and a delightful part of the crofter's table. A good animal feed as well.
The preparing for planting wasn't just a simple matter. Preperation would start as early as Febrary in getting them chitted into trays or boxes where they would sprout.
The crofter, I must say, held potatoes in high regard as he would have a small part of the steadings set aside for them alone: The potato house (Taigh an bhuthata).
The overspill from an acre or more often demanded storage space other than the house mentioned. A pit was made outside covered with straw and soil; not unlike a tached roof. This in gaelic was called a "pollag". A day working at the "pollag" in Feburary or March would seperate the men from the boys.
The planting would usually start by mid April. The ground by then would have been through different stages of cultivation even since as early as the previous October, at times.
On the day of planting the ground would be already drilled and also plenty dung applied. This day was one of the main days of the year, old and young, husbands and wives, set about the work with a will.

Hope you get this Smodaig at Sabhal Mor Ostaig, let me know as more can follow.

We've had severe winter weather again, recently - storms and rain. The little bay nearby my home has been in constant turmoil; the seaweed was there one moment only to disappear with the next tide. I'll surely get some for the garden later on. the sea birds disappeared too, except for a lonely seagull or two, they seemed out of place without the other visitors.
There doesn't seem to be the same write up about Climate Change these days - certainly not on my news web site.
I am aware that Scotland is away ahead with its total numbers of wind turbines; but I wonder to what extent we can keep this up without dire problems and further controversy. I personally believe that they have a certain efficency in the provision of power, but what ultimate difference are they going to make to the pollution problem as it is extremely prominent world wide.
The production of Nuclear Power still remains to the forefront of many peoples thinking or consideration. We are, at last faced with the prospect that Britain is now on a course to deal with the waste issue which appears likely to be buried in repositories deep underground. It has taken effort to come to this decision after much opposition from various directions to keep the earth, above and below, free of nuclear residue for all time. The deep burial of this material seems to be the only possible option now and for a long time to come.
The question remains, does the world still continue to faviour the nuclear option in spite of the fears of many as regards slumbering dangers and the accidents of the past.
We are looking towards a new prospect : Nuclear fusion. Could this be the answer for safer power. It seems that we won't know for a while yet. Whatever way you look at it both fission and fusion are extremely expensive to harness.
Would it therefore still be better to look in the direction of the sea; the wind; and the sun plus biomass. Well, considering the above possibilities they are worth a chance.