So it was my first visit to the Torridon cottage for, like, ages, and I hastened over to my Shetland sheep neighbours to show them my new jumper and to thank them for providing the wool.
To be honest, they didn’t seem that interested or impressed, although gauging the expression on the face of a sheep is perhaps not the easiest thing.
Then, I spotted these wee fellows hiding behind their mum, and learned that they were only a few hours old.
Gosh, have you ever felt in danger of being out-cuted? Gail was all ooh and aah and look at the little lambykins.
Being of a more practical bent, I was already planning a colour scheme for next year’s sweater.
PS In case you are thinking, Bertie, now Spring has arrived perhaps you might be a little too warm in that woolly sweater, I would like to point out that on Sunday morning when I woke up there was a sprinkling of SNOW on the grass in our cottage garden...
