It’s Sunday, it’s a grey day both inside and out. Last night was late after chasing stags all day and entertaining. We were slow to get going to-day. The plan was to tidy up, strim and give the sheep their annual shear.

George, breaking in the new strimmer.

With 8 yachts and one Motor Boat last night it was always going to be a busy day, sales were up and a vast improvement in the landing fees with £15 in the box this morning for that total as opposed to £1.00 for 15 yachts on this night  last year. Many thanks to all who contributed and to Yacht Sonas for buying £40 of Rona venison. There was a party from LochCarron having a party and it looked like a very sociable night.

After lunch it was down to the fank to shear, doze and check the sheep’s feet. To-day was the day the George would teach me how to shear sheep. Interesting though it was I don’t think my future lies in sheep shearing. To be fair the fleeces were all different, some had lost them, some had no rise and some were plain tough. But we got them off and they looked the better of that. They had looked like Rasta Men for a while.

The Demonstration

Some of the younger sheep seem to be doing well same as our new lambs but the old ewes are showing their age. We have the sheep to use the grass and to provide a small income and they are generally quite easy to look  after. Overall they were pretty good but we wont make much profit out of the fleeces this year, we’ll probably give them to Richard who supplied some of our ewe lambs and our tup.

The End Result

Anyway off to bed now, George has just said the England game is ‘a terrible ‘ game and not wortgh staying up for, roll on tomorrow.