Daisy and I walked over the hill to my other croft, Clothie, which I can see from the house – where the old men and Klængur (I refuse to call him old because he isn’t. He is only 17) live. Iacs is 25.
and Haakon is 26. Iacs and Haakon are cousins. You can sort of tell.
Her Maj came too. There was enthusiasm and delightful running with a hint of bounce over the tussocks.
Daisy brought carrots and some cauliflower stalks (Haakon and Iacs’ favourite) – and there was more enthusiasm for them too.
BeAnne asked if could continue our walk and, as we are close to lambing time now (I won’t take her on the hill or the road) we went through the garden and down to another field.
There’s a bit of colour just starting in the garden and OH did his first grass mow of the year. He needs to let me put the ponies in. That would save him the effort. Sadly, he does not see it like this.
And down to the stream to check on the wild primroses which are in full bloom now.
So that was us. Tomorrow is rain but I tell myself it will make the grass grow. We haven’t had proper rain for a while. I almost miss it!