Near sunset, just as the work crew is returning from the site of our new lodge (see below), one can hear the sound of a young gillie whistling as he strides confidently up the path. He bears a distinct family resemblance to certain others of the Whithorn branch of our clan and is obviously another MacTavish finding his way to our Hearth.
To honour the occasion, Piper Tom tries out another tune - 'Wher'er she may lead'
Lodge News
Work has continued on our new lodge. Having split many logs into planks over recent days, we have made our roof trusses and raised them with an ingenious system of ropes and levers above the main hall's structural beams. The next step will be to add some rafter beams to strengthen the roof against highland gales. But that can wait until tomorrow. For now, it's rabbit stew for all of us!
Roof Trusses
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Here's another two rabbits for the hearth.(slams the tasty morsels on the bench outside the hut). It was a tough battle but with my well renown skills of guile and just plain brute strength, it was a challange which I conquered. Hut's looking good my fellow MacTavishes. Here's an Australian flag to hang.
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