May I bid you a very warm welcome to the third week in the reign of “Sir Robin of Linksley” (aka Aquagility).
Perhaps our very own crofter was joking last week, but he reminded me of the days when I WAS a crofter myself, more or less. For five years in the mid 1980s, I leased a two-roomed bothy (a humble cottage) on the shores of the Sound of Mull, between Oban and Tobermory, and as near to heaven as it’s possible to be. It was located a mile from the nearest road, it even had its own little harbour. It came with five acres of land and I was told I could have any five acres I liked – as long as I fenced it in. So I elected to conveniently forget the fence and to have a different five acres every day. Consequently, my efforts to grow my own vegetables were of benefit only to the resident roe deer!
jess is very distressed her avatar picture has suddenly disappeared to be replaced by mr grumpy
how can we get her back
on the avatar she is showing as the correct picture
Morning, Aq, sorry to be late on parade (yet again - horses!) and thank you for your links to Loch Aline, were you in the bay just to the east of Ardtornish point?).
Here goes:
WILD life
WOOD wind
FUEL pump
WRECK buoy
And PLEASE Christiania stop putting idea's into seekeerz's head (mark you there's probably lots of room in there! oops).