Tuesday, 22 August 2017


All in the trailer, well half of them anyway. Now off to Croft 10 for a bit of grown grass.

The Crofter has his own snaps too on Faceplant

Monday, 21 August 2017


There's little doubt The Crofter's Dad likes being out and about with the sheeps and his son on a sunny day. Not sure he's so keen on the photographist.

Sunday, 20 August 2017


The sheeps crowd into the small pen en-route to the trailer. No idea about the white fluffy sheeps - the Crofter tells me it's a throwback. To whom and from whom I don't really know

Saturday, 19 August 2017


Soon The Crofter and Dad were making the temporary pen for the sheeps to mill about in - and weren't the sheeps happy to see that? Yes, was the answer.

Friday, 18 August 2017


The Crofter and Dad Crofter took the Pimpmobile with the trailer up to Dots croft to collect the wee sheeps. They were so very pleased to see him.

Thursday, 17 August 2017

Thursday, 10 August 2017


Wonders will never cease, the Barking Dog is quiet for once. It is still there but quietly looking on. And how did this come about? Well, some intensive training by The Crofters got tBG to shut up for once. Brilliant work.

The day to day goings on arfe still going on, here The Crofter telling the piggie her bedtime story.

Wednesday, 9 August 2017


Frankie the miniture coow, her mum and those orrible white ducks with long necks

Monday, 7 August 2017


Oh, it's all action doon on the croft at this time of year. See, there's a birdy type thing enjoying the quiet.

Sunday, 6 August 2017


Went down to see Dad Crofter the other day. Found him looking for that long-lost whatever it was he started looking for. We had a little chit--chat about this and that while the weather changed by  the moment.
Mum and Frankie the miniture coow enjoyed the cooling mist

Saturday, 5 August 2017


I couldn't let the recent visit of The Vet man, Hector Low pass without a suitable snap. Here Hector seen discussing the finer points of veterinary couture in between tickling the sheeps bottoms - or whatever he does.

Friday, 4 August 2017


Oh, I forgot to mention that Uncle Hector the kindly vet came to The Big shed and took the temperatures of the sheeps looked at their tongues and all that sort of technical stuff.  Hadn't seen him for a while but I recognised his dulcet tones.

Thursday, 3 August 2017


The sun has been shining a lot here you know. Not now as I write you understand, but before that. And since them little wooly-backed are getting a touch warm, the Good Crofter brought them in for a short back and sides and a tickle - obvs.

Now, them sheeps know the Good Crofter is a Good Man and everything - although they possibly know little of his committees and the like - and will follow him nicely. So nicely TGC took them back to his big shed in case the expected rain actually did arrive. It did.