The Village bits..

..Spent some time this morning trying to locate Henry. His sheep were out on the football pitch. Not at home, nor was his son L. No sign of R, the ex-postie, drove down to Scourie beag farm, no sign there either. Located son No 2, K, who was left in charge.. Problem solved.

Got the Crofters rotavator on the tractor, and rotorvated my ploughed ground, and A's on the neighbouring croft.

Croftcrafts turned up for coffee mid afternoon with the Crofter.

Cleared the freezer of old foodstuffs, the chicks will eat the freezer-burned carrots, while the dog and cats will have the remains of the salmon I won in a raffle two years ago..

The village hall is the building on the right with gable end to us, and the fire station lower left. The red car is an old mot failure, ready for an exercise cutting the roof off. The football pitch is also the landing strip for the emergency helicopter to transport patients to Inverness, or Stornaway.

Love the house shadows cast by the early evening sun..