Thursday, 14 June 2018


These are sheeps - just in case you have forgotten.
Yes, one is white and fluffy. I think it might belong to Mr Four Tractors.

Saturday, 9 June 2018


The barking dog didn't the other day although she did snarl at me when I left the premises.

Friday, 8 June 2018


I notice The Crofter was sporting quite the latest trouser fashion the other day as David and he moved the tyres from there to there.

Wednesday, 6 June 2018


The Crofter winds his way home after negotiating a gate with the help of the sheeps whisperer.

Tuesday, 5 June 2018


The Crofter with Murdo the Tolsta sheeps whisperer getting the black sheeps to go through a gate. Witchcraft I tell you :-)

Monday, 4 June 2018


I poked my head out the door of our wee housy this morning and took a stroll down to t'crofter's shack - only to find he was not there. The snarling dog was guarding the place so I came home only to find the kind crofter and David his lovely father in the croft opposite home talking over a box of water. The water was for Eric and his ladies who were between the Crofter and I. I snapped them all up and went home again