Down croft no. 10.
The clocks are all ticking and Mr Crofter assures me that they show the correct time too. Tolsta time that is.
The crofts are frozen at the moment due to the hard frost last night but Mr Crofter Sir is in the warmth of the tooth factory. Fluff and Rambo still patrol the perimeter fences - although we did have to extract Fluff from between the fence and the back of the peat-'clamp'. "There was nice grass there " he indicated. There was, but once in he couldn't get out. Not a word of thanks either as he hopped off down the garden. Sheeps eh?