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Enjoying the fank

Ok, where did you put the sheep then ??

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He got there - the Crofter that is - in the end, after doing this and that, and probably the something else as well. He stood there after backing Land-rover No.1 & 2 into the space with the help of young Angus so that the little black sheeps could get out of the trailer.

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Mr Four Tractors, surrounded .

There's great feeling round the fank when the sun is shining and all are working together. Well, nearly all since I was snapping rather than helping. Other were talking looking, smoking, messing with quads and generaly enjoying themselves.

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Warm air, probably the last of the year is washing round me as my booted feet dip into the soggy peat. Sheep concerned for their futures want to run this way and that - but can't. I smell the distinctive smell of Golden Virginia on the air intermingled with the acrid aroma of sheep dip. I look up into the blinding sun, see shapes, raise the camera and shoot.

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The day dawned warm. Sun glances a light blow to Stac Poly and then streames through the soft white clouds with not a breath of wind. The faint sound of quads drifts through the village as sheep are gathered and taken in trailers, on foot or in the case of The Crofter - late - to the fank.

He got there in the end after a hassled morning sorting a couple of poorly beasts and dancing round his kitchen hand in hand with a mug of milky tea - builder's blend no less.

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PigPig is in the pig-house after some very naughty exploits.

Dad Crofter had taken PigPig out onto the croft for a run while he cleared out the pig-pen. Job done he went in for a cup of tea. Mr Crofter imself was making teeth. Mr Crofter then heard a noise of squealing, grunting and asked Dad Crofter where PigPig was. Dad Crofter realised she was still on the crofter - or thought she was. Instead he found PigPig gorging herself on the contents of the poly-tunnel after finding herself in there after bursting through the plastic while trying to get back to her dear little 10. Gone are the squash plants, the tomatoes and what ever else was in there. And PigPig didn't want her tea either!

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Ten little piggies. Growing like the proverbial and running hither and thither, kicking the football provided by the thoughtful Crofter in the hope he will produce a champion !