SHEEP, SCOTCH AND SUNSETS

SHEEP - The Tups (male sheep) are busily nourishing themselves with the grasses of the moor. They look at you with their slitted eyes saying I see you. I walk amongst them barefooted and feeling what they feel. They are Jacob sheep, they are piebald (dark-c

oloured with areas of white wool). They are multi horned and the bottoms ones curl.

A little story:

After a walk around to Kintra I came up through the pasture and was coming upon the gate where two Tups were hanging out. I then realized one of them was attached to the gate. Literally attached as he managed to get his horn stuck in. He patiently waited while I tried to unattached him. To no avail I ran up the hill to get Nigel as I am sure this has happened before, it had and Nigel was able to unhook him. So all ended well.

Sheep shearing day - John the sheep shearer arrived and quickly go in position to start the shearing. I was able to watch but kept my distance. One by one they all received hair cuts and it was a good thing because the last few days were really quite warm. It was interesting to watch because you could tell a lot about their character. The mass amounts of wool received were wrapped inward and tied.

Now for the SCOTCH.

Over the years I have acquired a liking to Single Malt Scotch. So while in Scotland, do as the Scots do. I do realize that the reason that Scotch is so important here is to Bloody well keep your insides warm. So two weeks in I still hadn’t taken part in any Scotch tasting. Believe it or not it is not readily accessible and a limited selection.

One night we had a picnic/bbq down along the shore and voila my first wee dram of golden nectar. Jura Single Malt Scotch from the Isle of Jura.

Longing for SUNSETS. It seems I go to bed too early. The sun doesn’t even begin to set until around 10:00 pm. After an early rise and a long day in the garden tending to our nourishment and lots of fresh air I haven’t been awake to see it.

So one day it seemed that there were few clouds in the sky and I figured it would be the perfect night to stay up and perhaps catch a glimpse of it. I say in the yurt, the door faces the west and I am able to view from within.

Last night I was tucked into bed all settled in when there was a knock at the door and as the door opened the wonder of a magnificent sunset was just outside in all its glory. I have had the opportunity to see lots of fabulous sunsets over time but this was way beyond magnificent. It was well worth waiting for.

The sea turned and purple mauve colour and shimmered below the horizon.