Greylags on Duill lochan
Down to Haunn this morning to turn the heating on in West for guests arriving this afternoon. They will have travelled all the way from Tobermory to get here. Duill arrives tomorrow, their journey a lot longer.
Not feeling very inspired by the darkness when thinking about my blip today, so I am grateful to the Greylags for floating about on the lochan when I went to turn Duill's heating on, now the wood chip has arrived.
S has been sorting sheep with S's help, in preparation for taking the eild (barren) ewes to Dalmally sale tomorrow. And more work on the fencing round the bridge.