Ten weeks on from breaking my wrist it is still stiff and achey and my hand is still feeling the effects of the traction applied, so I’ve treated myself to a new hedge-cutter. It was recommended by someone who also has rampant hedges to deal with and who also broke her arm. I reckon you can’t do better than a personal recommend and the woman in question, one Kathleen, told me she loves her G-Tech Cordless Hedge-trimmer. My hefty old Black & Decker is also a good tool but it’s, well, hefty (even well hefty!) so using it will have to wait till I’m back to full arm and hand strength.

Meanwhile the hedges have gone mad because Toad is not a gardener and he particularly hates using my well hefty hedge trimmer 😉.

It’s supposed to stop raining today so I hope I’ll be able to attack some hedges this afternoon. Meanwhile I’ve had some sheep to deal with. Yesterday four ewes and two lambs had separated themselves from the rest of the flock that are (were yesterday morning anyhow) in a field over the burn to the north of the Boggy Brae garden. Early this morning when I came down to make some tea three of the same ewes and one lamb were right outside the kitchen window on the terrace.

Yesterday I herded the sheep up to the top corner. They jumped over the fence easily, even the lamb though it hesitated initially. I heightened the fence there with some branches. I thought that’s where the sheep were getting into the garden. This morning I realised they had another route.

After breakfast the sheep were down in the boggy lane below us (I followed the baas) so I wandered down in my wellies (read that as “mi wellies”) carrying a long cypress branch from one of our wood piles. Its purpose was to make me wide enough, so to speak, to scoop up four sheep.


“Oh look! It’s her with the stick again”

They were very obliging and walked up the lane (that boggy, grassy, docky, monbretia-infested bit is a lane, believe it or not) towards the field gate. The gate was shut so they hopped over into another garden* walked to the far side of it and jumped over a decrepit fence into the field again. I think this has been their main escape route. In soggy weather such as we’ve been having it doesn’t take long to muddify and bit of well trodden ground.

The people who use that bit of garden* have apparently been having a bit of a clearance. There was evidence of a big bonfire (I noticed the smoke the other day) and the remains of at least two gunnera plants.


I left a message with the Home Farm asking them to send a shepherd round so I can show him/her where the escapologist sheep are getting away from the rest of the flock.


The * after the word garden is because, although a few houses below the field make use of it and incorporate it into their actual gardens, there is actually a long, low, scalene-triangle-shaped bit of land between the field fence and the official tops of their gardens that isn’t theirs. It isn’t clear to me from local grapevine stories whose that small patch of land is. I’m not sure it’s clear to anyone.