Sheep thoughts

An early start and a mucky, late evening gathering and preparing the hoggets for their final and only journey off the croft to the slaughterhouse on Mull. We can only hope that their year and three quarters of herb rich, mineral licking,  island roaming has been good for them and that their end will be…

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THE WONDER OF WEE TREES

Last year Roger showed unbridled delight as he proudly demonstrated a small leaf peeping over the top of his tree guard. Whilst making all the outward signs of being most impressed I quietly wondered what all the fuss was about. It’s a small tree … they grow! Now, every morning I find some excuse to…

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Space to gaze, laze and maybe praise.

I recently discovered that not everyone familiar with the English language is as familiar with the term “bagsey” (spelling could be way off). It is one of these Scottish colloquialisms relating to coveting which we (my family) used daily to ensure that our seat, sweet, slice of cake was reserved solely for muggins, an example…

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