Over by the cottage in Torridon last weekend, I spotted that the local residents - the ones I am not allowed to chase, and must wear a lead when near to - had recently been to the hairdressers.
At least some of them had.
The neatly shorn Shetland sheep belong to our neighbour Julia, a very clever and creative lady. I know several of my readers are into knitting and stuff, and they might like to visit Julia's lovely blog, where you can learn about the wonderful things she makes with her sheep's wool.
|The Red Roof Croft House, by Julia Marsh|
Seeing the sheep gave Gail the idea it was time to 'strip' me of some of my furs too.
I suggested that surely my furs are at least as valuable as a sheep's and maybe Julia would appreciate them as a gift and use them to create something special?
Gail just gave me a 'look'.
And put the ball of precious Bertie fluff straight in the bin.
I ask you.