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

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