Toadlet’s friend took this pic through a window


After spending all of Monday in the garden our visiting sheep decided to wander down the lane and down the hill to the actual road. I still don’t know if the messages I left for the farmer had got through to the shepherd but it seems that a very short time after the sheep appeared on the street (which is called The Soundings because it is built where there used to be a boat-builders’ yard; there are still traces of the ramps by which boats were launched into the loch), the shepherd had come to investigate, had walloped in a sturdy new post to hold up the decrepit fence at the bottom of the field and had taken the sheep back to the rest of the flock. No sheep appeared in the garden today.