Spring feels on the verge of being sprung

Spring feels on the verge of being sprung, with the slow quiet dark of winter poised for the leap. Seeds are being sorted, separated, sown and sprouted; the dexter cows are eager for a galloped separation to the hill whereas the Muirshearlich blackface hill sheep have slowly been sorted in close for in-bye sprouting of… Continue reading Spring feels on the verge of being sprung

A journey to the edge of the map

Rustle the top left hand edge of a┬ámap of Scotland, and chances are your fingers will briefly touch Uist. As excitedly reported in the rye-volution┬ápost, doughies along with some other local crofters were planning a technical and networking journey to learn from crofters about grain growing, harvesting and drying. A journey to the edge of… Continue reading A journey to the edge of the map