Off we went down a croft towards the sea and soon a troop of sheeps joined in the stroll.
There they are, The Crofter and Donald. It could have been a Murdo but here he was a Donald. Lives over there on the other bit of the island and everything.
Looking at the coows and all. Pointing, saying important sounding things and The Crofter nodding vigorously. I took that as a positive sign. Mr Donald liked the look of Diogenes and why shouldn't he?
I left them to talk business, came home and sloshed some chemicals over my film.