Northern Alight

The north east of Scotland has no mountains except Bennachie, but it has beaches. It looks like I’ve become a beach bum, but that’s just coincidence, give me a couple of days or so, there’s something else cooking.
There’s plenty more great stuff up around there of course, including family for us, and that’s where we’ve been. A wedding, a golden wedding and much meeting and greeting.
And driving.

It all went well, there was a genuine joy threaded through it all with a poignancy too which needed no explanation on the day. Bonds forged or renewed, smiles genuine or borrowed, embraces warm or courteous and in amongst it all many folks that it was so good to see.
I was pleased and glad or both on many occasions through the visit and I won’t leave it so long again.

We did have time to hit the beach. Cold despite the sun and with a wind that whipped the dry sand grains across the beach like a psychotic twitching curtain. Glorious.

March 26th, 2014 by PTC* | 2 Comments »

Kit that broke, kit that didnae, and other stuff before I forget.

There’s been a bunch of test kit that started it’s life last autumn and had to take a wee holiday away from the hills with me. Sandwood was a wee refresher for some it, so some words, photies and reviews to come.

Joycee’s test pack the past year has been the Osprey Ariel 55. It’s got the usual endless adjustments that Osprey packs have which caused some grumbling along with the unladen weight, so we’ll see what she says. Joycee spend more nights in tents during her project work last year than I did, so she knows her mind on this one.

I’ve been using a second generation prototype of the Vango Canyon 50 pack. It’s basic, stripped down in a climbing pack way more than a lightweight backpacking way and it’s a great fit on me. It’s better than the first version I tried, the fixed lid works better and the back system is spot on. Weight and comfort are good, you can throw away the raincover to gain an extra wee pocket and the big mesh pockets are brilliant.
Scary cheap in the shops these are, but no, you can’t get it in the purple, this is the only one.

This one photie above will have to cover many testing things, lots of which are in there but you can’t see them.

The red bowl belongs to the Primus Eta Express which has been very interesting indeed. Coming back to it was a good thing as we used if for boil in the bag for the first time and it turned out to be very stable on just the sand.
It’s not perfect though, there one very daft bit of design, but it’s not as big and bulky as I once thought, and it’s bloody quick.

My sleepkit is a Thermarest combo, an Altair down sleeping bag and a NeoAir XTherm matt. Over-specced for the 2degC on this camp, but elsewhere a work of genius. Little shades of a top bag’s stability but without cold spots. Love it.

The tent disappearing below is a Force Ten Argon 200 which is the first 2-person tent I’ve on test for years. The extra bulk and long poles makes packing more careful than usual but there’s plenty space for two to live in comfort, especially if it’s the misses. Pitching is easy once you’ve done it once and this thing is rock solid.

A wee bookmark, more coming up.

March 20th, 2014 by PTC* | 3 Comments »

Sandwood Bay

It was our anniversary weekend, it was Joycee’s birthday, the weather looked good and we had no idea Holly was brewing scarlet fever while we were away. Sandwood Bay seems like an awful long time ago.
Luckily we took some photies. Actually we were lucky to have any photies to bring back, my Panasonic Lumix LX5 shat the bed, focus fault, dead in the water. Luckily the old LX3 with its will it work/won’t it work display saved the day. So did the phones, so here we’ve got two cameras and two smartphones snapping away. Too complicated for me. I’m going back to a sketchbook and telling tall tales.

We stopped at the Tain Asda for fuel and matches or a lighter for camp back-up and had a quick cuppa while we were at it. I went back to the motor to sort some kit outwhile Joycee went to the kiosk and she followed me out a minute later with a big grin on here face “They asked me for ID, I need my purse”. Not letting a 37 year old buy a lighter because she didn’t look 21? I’m still hearing all about it now…

The road from there is a pure joy, every mile of it. As you get further west the grin gets wider as the mountain shapes become more defined and wear names that bear witness to a different history to the peaks further south. Then suddenly you’re in heaven at the coast.

It was late when we left Blairmore with a  four and a half mile trek to the beach. The sky was draining of light and colour but the going is good, it was cool and dinner was waiting for us at the end of the line.
The pace was good and we walked as far as we could using our eyes as they adjusted to the darkness. We went to red light and then to full beam as got near the end. We passed dark lochans, tiny dark beaches, silent expanses of heather but all with the beacon on the Cape Wrath lighthouse ahead. It could have been creepy, but it was more bracing for want of a better expression.
We knew we were nearly there because we heard it, the roar of the ocean. We couldn’t see it until it was just a few feet away, but its presence was definitely felt. Dark shapes disguised the cliffs and the wind whipped across the sand as we walked north towards the light.

We picked a spot near the fresh water river at the far end of the main stretch of beach. The dunes aren’t necessarily a great place to camp, but with some long pegs and some rocks the tent was surprisingly secure and we snuggled inside up as sand-free as we could and got the stove on.
Dinner and a wee bottle of red, a little music, layers of down and the sounds of the sea. The lullaby of doom indeed. The wind howled and the tent shook, but it held it’s ground and went nowhere.
The night sky cleared now and again as ships lights passed along the horizon, but it wasn’t a night for taking photies. Sleep called and we already there.

Not a glorious morning, but a pretty one, quite a calm one too. The wind had dropped a little but the waves had grown, they crashed onto the beach and rocks with a constant roar.
We could see now too, Am Buachaille standing proud and solo to the south and sheer cliffs bursting seewards all the way to the cape not too far to the north.

What a place this is.

We knew we weren’t alone, a fire at the far end of the beach when we’d arrived in the dark gave that away. We soon met the firemaker, Duncan and his girlfriend had been camping and Duncan had come to catch the waves as he worked his way through a ticklist of must-do surf spots. Fair play to him, and indeed the other board carriers we met on their way in later on.
It like meeting mountain bikers or paragliders on the hills, there’s always another way and another perspective, I love that.

Breakfast, break camp and head out while have a wee explore was the plan. The tide was going out, the rocks were emerging and we found a message in a bottle in the sand. It was addressed to Holly and had been sent by a mermaid. It was lucky we’d been there at the right time.

The showers that had drifted across cleared to a blue sky as we tred the miles back out. It was a different world we walked through on the way out, snow dusted peaks lined the eastern skyline, colour was all around and the lochans hidden in the heather were now indigo fringed with gold.
The pace was a little slower this time, no hurry to get back in the car seats, it would be along road home.

There were diversions on the way back, it would be a crime not to stop now and again and get out to have a better look. The part of the country pulls at me like no other place, the hills and the land around them hold their mystery no matter how many times I climb or trek them.

There’s also no more appropriate place for the two of us to spend our anniversary. When we got together the first thing we did was throw our gear into my van and head up here and elsewhere. From Ben Hope to Cairngorm we went visiting every tea shop inbetween. Things haven’t changed that much then.

March 20th, 2014 by PTC* | 6 Comments »

Sprung

March 16th, 2014 by PTC* | 2 Comments »

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

And as quick as it came, it was away. Holly went from spotty street urchin to a crazy pinball skiting off the walls overnight so she made it back to school on Friday.
This also meant I got to go to work and it was an absolute delight. We were repairing some historic pipes and I had a safety boat under me in case I fell into the water while I was doing it.
Ah, what a change from a week on the couch watching the clock for medicine time.

Where to start with other stuff? In the next week here I’ll have the story behind the Mournes routes in the last issue of Trail, I’ll get a proper piece up about the Sandwood Bay trip and there will be gear. Reviews of the Primus ETA, Fjallraven Keb Fleece, Haglofs softshell, looks at Force Ten, Thermarest, Vango, Aku, Hillsound, MSR and a bunch of other stuff. See, I didn’t sell it on ebay, relax people.

Unless something else screws it up. Ha.

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March 15th, 2014 by PTC* | 2 Comments »

A Mermaid’s Tale

Holly likes to be different so not long after me and Joycee came back from Sandwood Bay she broke out in a rash, revenge for not getting the beach? No, the girl’s happy enough and the second doctor’s trip in 24 hours confirmed the previously possible: she had scarlet fever. That’s different.
It sounds medieval doesn’t it, like we should expect Vincent Price at the door at any moment screaming “Plague!” at us and hitting me in the face with a leather bound bible.
Reality is very different, poor wee bugger. Work cancelled, a week at home and plenty TV and Irn Bru. For both of us.

We said goodbye to Wee Jeanie this week, and in her 99th year too. Funny how sad times bring you together with the good folks you never see but have no reason not to and a chance to find a new smile.

A week that’ll be turning over in my mind for a while I think. Here’s to next week and a postcard from the top left corner to send us on the way.

March 9th, 2014 by PTC* | No Comments »

Home and Away

And back again.

March 2nd, 2014 by PTC* | 2 Comments »

Montane Mashup: What’s now and next

Had a nice wee meet up with Rob from Montane and Phil at the Tiso cafe for a catch up with this, that, the other and Montane. If was going well until my camera died before it saved the first photie, so its just as well my phone was fully charged. However, it hates low light so many of the photies below are rubbish and do little justice to the handsome faces or kit portrayed within.
Some are actually making the kit look like they’re made of hessian or roofing felt, I shall point out what to ignore as we go.

Above is the updated Extreme Smock. Always a nice bit of kit, the pile is now finer textured and lighter, the hood is better too.
Below  there’s a couple of the new Primino base layers, long sleeve zip neck and crew. The fabric feels very nice indeed as it’s a blend of 50% merino, 25% polyester and 50%Primaloft fibres, which doesn’t means it’s overly warm, Primaloft is just a very good polyester fibre. I’ve had Primaloft fibre running socks to test and they were just soft and comfy.

Above is the Axion Neo Alpha jacket, a monster ski, architect site visit jacket with  Polartec Neoshell outer and Alpha 100g fill.
Looks pretty classy.

The first on a few Pertex/Primaloft stuff bags of joy. This Fireball hat might make you look special, but it weighs nothing and in a tent in winter who cares what you look like.

These two  tiny weightless stuffsacks contain what will become vital kit for many of us I’d imagine.

Above are the Prism Gloves with the Prism Mitts below. Pertex Microlight outers, Primaloft Gold (used to be called One) lining with a great fit. Love, and indeed need both of these. I feel the cold on my hands more than ever, mitts and warm gloves are where it’s at for me and when it comes small and light but still performs it’s a big win.

The Punk Balaclava is a mix of Polartec and  Pertex, but I still look like an old hippy. That skip is nice, sits well on its own but should layer well too as it’s soft enough.

The pack range is going all mosnter with the Dragon 20, Jaws 10 and Fang 5. Similar concepts run through them but they are all different packs with a similar outlook, low weight, stability and on the go accessibility.
There’s elastic wasitbands, multiple storage options from stash pockets to bungee webs to shoulder bottle attachments. The packs are all zipped access, waterproof zips too as the fabric is waterproof and the seams are taped making for a very weather proof pack indeed. For biking and running where you just end up minging in bad weather these guys are looking good.

The contact area of the front harness/storage straps should keep the pack stable, I’ve used this concept before and I like it. The detailing and thought built into the packs looks sound.
Weights are 320g, 282g and 247g for the three capacities, in the order you’d expect with no obvious corners cut to meet the numbers. We’ll see.

The classic Flux gets an update and also gets matching Flux Pants. The outers are Pertex Classic Eco with a mic of 100g and 60g Primaloft in the jacket and 60g in the pants.
I’ve reviewed the Flux in the past and the newer models don’t stray too far from the script, it’s not the lightest for the warmth but it’s just such a usable jacket, wearable instead of just a pull-on for rest stops or camp.

The phone has killed this one, in reality the Power Up Hoodie above is gorgeous, cut from smooth Polartec Powerstretch in a lovely bright blue. There’s a simple hood, zipped chest pockets and two handwarmer pockets placed just above a pack hipbelt.
On of my favourites of the day.

Above on the left is the Alpha Guide Jacket, a hybrid jacket with Polartec Alpha in the body for core insulation. The outer is Pertex Microlight, weight is around 458g and it comes with a simple hood and neat cut which Phil fits and I don’t. Damn you Montane and your sample sizing.

Its beefier looking neighbour is the Alpha 100 Jacket, a warmer take on the Alpha technology with a Pertex Quantum outer and an adjustable mountain hood.

Above in an overly grainy shot is the Rock Guide Jacket. Pertex Microlight Stretch outer, honeycomb inner, feels like nice all-day jacket and it’s good a nice hood, which has quirks. There’s two little zipped slits at the side so you can slip a helmet chin strap through it and still get face protection.
You can also smoke a pipe or eat a Curly Wurly through the gaps.

Below is the Spitfire One Jacket which is a wee step up from the Ice Guide Jacket which has served me well on numerous occasions. There’s Pertex Endurance to keep the weathe off your Primaloft fill and the same pocket layout as the Ice Guide. Nice.

The Chonos Ultra Down Jacket. 650g, Pertex Quantum Y ( different fibre, it’s Y shaped, I saw a photie), 259g of 800+ fill 90/10 non-live plucked goose down. The construction is box-wall, thew body is long, the hood is awesome, the pockets are big and there were smiles all round. Not from me though as it was too small to try on. Dammit.

Above is the Minimus Hybrid Jacket, Pertex Shield with 60g Primaloft fill. A kind of outdooorsey lifestyle jacket, ski maybe, but one of those jackets that would get a lot of use as it’s generally useful.

This is the Trailblazer Stretch Jacket made from Aquapro Dynamic which is yet another wonderful Montane name here used for a super stretchy (see below) waterproof laminated fabric. The hydrostatic head and MVTR performance on paper looks good and the jacket is specced just right with a weight of 328g.
This is one to watch.

The sleeping bag range is full of quirks and different looks at common issues. Here we have the Alpinist whose rating you can see below.
The outer is Pertex, Endurance on the bottom for water resistance and Microlight on the top. Inside the 1450g total weight is 670g of 800 fill goose down, non live plucked.

The zips have anti snag detailing that actually works, seriously, be as aggressive as you like and it doesn’t snag. Will it still work at 3am when it’s -15C and I need a pee? Here’s hoping.
The bottom has some grippy dot printing to help keep you on your sleepmat. It’ll be interesting to see what effect this has. The baffling is trapezoidal and very well shaped, it’s a very 3D bag, especially the foot section which has to be the most foot shaped foot-box I’ve seen.

The hood is genius. A skip to catch drips from your condensation soaked inner, multiple adjustments of the closure and cleverly shaped inner baffle and inner pockets, one for whatever you like and another zipped one for camera batteries. Yes, it is.

The Minimus has a waterproof Pertex Shield outer, 360g of down in it’s kilo total and it’s got a good temperature rating too. Good for a bivy maybe?
Definitely impressed with the bags, like they did with the packs they’ve hit the ground running by the looks of it.

That’s that then, good to get myself up to speed again. There were a few things I couldn’t cover or forgot to take photies, the trousers got passed over which is a bummer as the Terra Stretches are nice and then there were the new pants I can’t show you, they look like a very good beefy but stretchy mountain pant, I like them a lot, very rugged.

 

February 23rd, 2014 by PTC* | 7 Comments »

Fjällräven Greenland Parka Review

If you’ve met me over the past three months the chances are I’ve been wearing the jacket in this review. Most of the outdoor gear I have looks technical and feels technical which means I feel a little conspicuous in it anywhere below the 300m contour and consequently it stays on the peg while I head out in all weathers wearing denim and leather, which, by the way is the best way to preserve your lightweight shell jackets.
So, when Fjällräven sent through some suggestions for winter test kit I skimmed over the thigh length Greenland Parka as country wear or winter protection for hardcore dogwalkers. But I went back to it a couple of times, read more and found either boxes being ticked or buttons being pressed, can’t remember which, but it was one of the two. Outdoor performance, practicality and usability, understated good looks, really? Here’s a review of my favourite jacket, the Fjällräven Greenland Parka.

The weight of the Greenland Parka isn’t a issue, it just nudges past a kilo for my large which is still lighter than some Gore-Tex shells I had back in the day, it’s jacket to wear not to carry in a pack and does feel light on. It’s cut to be worn as well, by that I mean it’s not a baggy overcoat, it’s trim and well fitted with articulation built into the arms that gives you the same movement you expect from any good mountain outerwear.
The parka has a scary amount of features too. The hood is basic, no adjustment but it fits my napper well enough and its low bulk is right for the jacket. It’s gives a nice high collar when pulled down which is also nicely high at the front to keep the heat in and dip a cold chin into where the need arises, like when you’re not concentrating and carve too much beard off on the wrong trimmer setting. Nightmare.

The main zip is big and chunky YKK with a Fjällräven arctic fox embossed on the puller, I only mention that because Holly likes the fox logo, especially the big leather one on the arm. The two way zip is extremely practical given the length of the parka, on hill stuff I undo the zip and bottom popper (the zip has a full length poppered storm flap) so I can make step-ups. This is why outdoor jackets used to be long, protection and free movement are both possible, why even ramblers are dressed like alpinists these days I do not know.
The arms are nicely long and have popper adjustable cuffs. Poppers are all over the Greenland Parka in fact, all the external pockets have them too and they’re a good chunky variation, again with wee foxes on them.

Talking of pockets, there are pockets everywhere. And, I have used them all. Inside there’s a zipped pocket which is placed a little lower than you might expect and I found out why, one is that you can access the pocket when you’re wearing a seatbelt in a car and also it’s so that the pocket contents don’t interfere with the external handwarmer pockets when your hands are in them. It’s a little thing that makes a big difference.
Also inside is a bigger velcro flapped poacher/map pocket with your instructions for applying the Greenland Wax to the outer fabric which increases wind and water repellency. I have the wax but I’ve never used it, the G-1000 polycotton outer fabric is a great fabric with a decent shower resistance, I’m well used to it’s properties from other Fjällräven kit and I’m happy enough with it, I just don’t take it into heavy rain. But, wax it and you could if you want.

The outer pockets are a joy. There’s two high on the chest with single popper flaps and centre bellows pleats, two mid-height with poppered slit entries and microfleece lining to warm your hands and two at the bottom with a square cargo-carrying design and double poppered flaps. It’s like having a utility jacket, family days out just got simpler when I take this parka.

The parka works for me from regular days over a t shirt to properly cold days where there’s just enough room to layer up underneath. It’s got warmth all by itself as the inner has a layer of quilted synthetic insulation under a nice soft-touch polyester lining. It’s a good level of insulation, not too warm for walking and it’s also easy to wash, no thick padding to endlessly rinse, destroy or worry about which is important for me as the parka gets worn all the time.

The weather resistance is good, wind is never a worry, showers are deflected and the fabric dries fast if you do push your luck in it. I don’t want to say it’s a perfect all-round “everyday outdoor” jacket as Fjällräven describe it, but other than maybe a slightly more developed hood I can’t find anything on the Greenland Park I’d change.
I wear the parka most days and it’s going to age very well, the G-1000 makes sure of that. Its looks won’t date, you see similar designs in nasty fabrics and terrible cuts on the racks in the high street at the start of every winter and the Greenland Parka will still be there blowing a raspberry at them  for years to come.

 

February 23rd, 2014 by PTC* | 6 Comments »

Magical Mystery Tour

If you’ve been watching the news, which we were doing accidentally because Richard Branson screwed up our telly once again leaving us with just socialist TV and no cartoons to watch, that is five channels plus BBC 3&4, you’ll have seen the endless horrors currently unfolding around the world.

It’s no wonder that this news item seems to have slipped under the radar. As down south’s coast takes a pounding unearthing ancient footsteps and fossil forests up here the snows have brought to light their own ancient mysteries.
Below in an undisclosed location in the north west is the site of the slaying of the last real live Highland Tattie-bogle. As you can see it suffered horribly at the hands of the terrified clansmen of the day, its tumshie heid knocked off and its arms dragged off so they could no longer grasp at unsuspecting passers by.

The loss of the wolf and the bear from the Highlands are what people lament and you never hear of Tattie-bogles (other than Jon Pertwee’s historically inaccurate depiction in Worzel Gummidge), Fear Dubhs or any of the sea dwelling cousins such as the Skelpie. These were a great part of our natural heritage and are almost unknown today. But not entirely unseen, but I’ll come back to that.

February 21st, 2014 by PTC* | No Comments »

Down on the Upside

It’s been the ultimate of contrasts the past couple of days and I’ve been thinking about things that I suppose we all know are always there but maybe we pretend they aren’t.

Trail mag came through and I was pleased to see my Mourne Mountain routes are in there. That trip was brilliant in every way and despite only having about half an hour free of cloud or rain the whole time we were there we discovered mountains and places and people that were a total joy. I’d go back in a heartbeat.
It was also the last proper mountains I’ve been near until the last couple of weeks. It feels like a lifetime ago.

Then the news came through, fallen on Bidean, 12 hours injured in a gully, airlifted to Belford at 0300. When it’s friend you feel it in your stomach and then you run through the what-ifs and come up with nothing.
The story’s not over though the ending is looking far better than anyone might have expected, but it’s swept the feet from under me.

February 17th, 2014 by PTC* | No Comments »

Scooby Doo, where are you? There’s an imposter on the telly.

My mind is elsewhere and my feet wish they were with them.

But more importantly when did Scooby Doo suddenly start being able to speak whole sentences? Back in my day we had “Raagggyyyy!” and “Huhhh?” and here he is helping along the plot with whole chunks of script.
What the hell man, if children of the 60′s can follow the narrative of a cartoon without an unusually articulate dog I think today’s weans with their iPad mastering minds will manage to keep it together through a modern episode of Scooby Doo, even with its unwelcome teenage soap-style love tangle elements. Christ.

February 16th, 2014 by PTC* | No Comments »

Let’s be careful out there

February 15th, 2014 by PTC* | No Comments »

Sunshine on a rainy day

grey

It was mid afternoon, I’d nipped out to do a wee job which went well, the girls had finished their kids party mayhem and we were suddenly all in the same place at the same time.
Quick, go somewhere!

Balmaha came up, Arrochar too, but Luss won by default as that’s the road we were on and it was there when we needed cuppas and toilets. It’s good to have these needs line up at the same time on days out, it’s when they space themselves apart things can get a little, atmospheric shall we say. Especially when like me you’ve just home left much later that planned.

Luss was dreich, but that’s not a bad thing.  The cafe in the visitor centre had a warm fire to sit by and home made cake to go with the cuppas.
The snow line hung below the cloud while mist softened the edges of the streaks of white, Loch Lomond was a sheet of rippled grey steel and the ducks and swans were never so pleased to have company as they were when we appeared on the beach.

Grey doesn’t have to be a dull colour.

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February 9th, 2014 by PTC* | No Comments »

Little Feat

Music in my ears, my eyes squinting onto the bright swirl of cloud and snow. I had to pull on gloves and was glad of my hood.

It was difficult at first. It felt awkward, I wheezed, I felt stiff, my pack felt unfamiliar on my back and I shifted it around. I sucked air in, sure I was going to burn my throat like I’ve done on so many winter ascents in the past.

Sleet came down the glen in a wave, I could see it coming while it was still minutes away and by the time it hit me I was hidden in my shell. My legs had woken up, my breathing was regular and my good pace was delivered standing up straight.

 

I was surrounded rather than up top, but my cheeks were tight with the cold air, I swear I could smell the snow in the air and I just grinned at myself, at where I was and at the poor bugger who wandered up to me having expected to see no one in this wee backwater place. Nice to have a bit of banter.

Cloudy tops could not diminish my joy. It was enough to be back in familiar places, joyful places, inspirational places. Places I’ll be back to in a few days.
Let’s see if my shoulder’s ready for an overnight pack.

February 8th, 2014 by PTC* | No Comments »

Burds

They’re trying to make the Golden Eagle the national burd of Scotland. I don’t know about that.

The Scots Pine is now our national tree and that’s perfect. It struggled a bit the past few hundred years, it needs looking after but it’s got a proud past despite being cleared from it’s land and it’s got a good future if it plants it’s roots in the right places. You can’t get more Scottish than that.

The Golden Eagle though, it’s like making a pop star or a gold medalist your ambassador to the world. It’s a little misleading. What we need is something a little smaller in scale and in scope, a little more gallus in many ways.
A wee burd that’s got it’s priorities right, it lives in the land, not perched above it, it loves it’s family and it’s got a singing voice that you’d only hear again on a Friday night from a Partick side street after chucking out time back in the 70s. It changes its colour to suit the weather, but it’s tough enough to sit out whatever nature brings its way.

The Golden Eagle is grand but fragile. The Ptarmigan is the eternal wee man, maybe nothing to look at but it’s a survivor, out there by itself in the mountains it’ll do just fine.
You can’t get more Scottish than that.

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February 1st, 2014 by PTC* | No Comments »

Are any of these figures estimates?

I hate admin and I hate numbers too. Put the two together and you’ve got January, the month of doom.

It’s a very hard thing paying tax, yes I know it’s our social responsibility, the part I’m happy with, as well as a legal obligation but I can’t help but feel we’re just handing a bunch of irresponsible bastards the funds to do whatever the hell the like. And it’s even worse when you didn’t vote for them and they obviously don’t know what the hell they’re doing.

I’m closer to the wire than ever this year. Turns out a wrong box got ticked last time around so I’ve had to take this tax return apart and redo it from the start, just in case. It’s one thing to have a wee flag next to my name on their books, it’s another to be in the “Keep an eye on this chancer” file.

It’s all good though, I like it better this time around and anyway, I do my best work when I can see my deadline on the clock rather than the calendar.

misty

January 29th, 2014 by PTC* | 13 Comments »