The other day I took off with The Crofter and Dad Crofter to move the sheeps from there [the upper machair] to there [the croft] ready for the lambing that's looming. Only, an unwanted dog joined in the 'fun' and in no time at all the sheeps were all over the shop - including halfway down the cliff-face on the machair - thankfully in a safe place. They are all up and on the croft now but Mr Crofter Sir, him of the grazing committee and everything was not a happy bunny.
Donald, Mr Crofter's neighbour was visiting the other day. Looks like neeps was on his menu.
Donald on his own plot