Wednesday, 15 July 2009

Gone Fishing...

We've had some wonderful weather recently (although interspersed with heavy rain which is really slowing down the sheep shearing process!) and Chris and I decided to catch some sunshine down at the Faery Isles and see if we could find some fish for dinner.

Chris of course did all of the fishing, while I played with the dogs and tried to convince them that he really wasn't throwing something for them every time he cast!

It didn't take long before we were in business. Mackerel swim in shoals and so every now and then a shoal swims past and things get a bit manic for a few minutes, followed by a period of not getting so much as a nibble.

Periodically a shoal of juvenile mackerel would swim past, glinting deep metalic turquoise in the clean blue sea. Following them would inevitably be a shoal of larger fish trying to eat them!
My job was the killing and gutting, while Chris continued to pull fish out. Inside several of the fish, I found a load of juvenile mackerel. I guess when you're a mackerel, anything of the right size is fair game!

At the end of the afternoon we had 20 fat healthy fish landed and ready to eat. We gave a couple to some young girls lighting a fire on the beach, and some to friends. There's nothing like catching your own local, sustainable dinner :o)

Tuesday, 7 July 2009

Forest Hideaway

We're enjoying living up here in Scotland. Our little house is perfectly nice... but it's a bit expensive... and a bit over looked... and there's no space for things that we like... like veggies... and flowers... or a little fire pit to relax by in an evening.

A few miles along a track, into the middle of the forest, we've made some very nice friends in Diane, Sam and Hannah, and now Dino, Ali and Bob. They have a tiny little community all of their own... and it just so happens that Dino and Ali also have a little cottage that is just waiting for new inhabitants who will embrace the spirit of the place, and enjoy living there...

gazing at the view over Jura...

and laughing at the antics of the goats...


could that be us...?

Saturday, 4 July 2009

In praise of sunsets



Sunday, 28 June 2009

Royal Highland Show 2009


On Friday I excitedly went off to the Royal Highland Show. I was working on the Scottish Wildlife Trust stand where it was great to get to know some of my colleagues better and spread the word about our work. Everyone was very welcoming and passionate about raising the profile of the Trust.However, I make no secret of the fact the the Shetland Judging was the biggest highlight of my day. I had hoped to enter some of my own sheep but financially and logistically this just wasn't possible, so I just went along to learn and was very glad that I did!

Showing is a game. You play the game, you get the results. Speaking to the breeders showing before judging commenced was interesting: "we've looked at who the judge is an selected animals to bring along in accordance with what we think his preference will be."

At the RHS this year, the judge was a native Shetlander and so, taking this into account, most of the entries were large white sheep! Of course Shetland fans have all heard of how the patterned Shetland sheep were in danger of being lost in their native land, and yesterday I was told that there seem to be alternate predudices on either side of the Scotland/England border. In England there is a strong preference for coloured sheep (but not necessarily spotted in most cases) while in Scotland you see many more white Shetlands.

Plenty of white sheep in the Group of Three class.

And in the Ram Lamb class

Just to show that I am not totally predudiced against white sheep, I quite liked this white shearling ram of Tom Findlay's


And this, the Reserve Champion Shetland owned by Gilbert Meikle

But in the end the Champion of the day was Moira Morrison's ewe. Well done on a fabulous acheivement.


I shant go into the ins and outs of how the judging panned out. Some folk were concerned that coloured Shetlands were not even being looked at, while others defended this saying that a crofter on Shetland needs the most marketable animal possible and that will produce a good amount of meat, rather than just a rack to hang a fabulous fleece on or something pretty to look at! I will say this: it must be a huge honour for one of your sheep to be given the title of Champion Shetland at the Royal Highland Show... but I won't be swapping any of my girls for one like this, nor changing my opionions about what I like! But then variety is the spice of life... and not all Shetland judges think alike either.

I did find some coloured sheep to talk to.
She doesn't look very impressed with being in a pen for four days!

Best coloured Shetland went to Robin McEwan-King's handsome tup.

I'd like to say thank you to everyone from the Shetland Sheep Society for making me feel so welcome. I really enjoyed speaking (and drinking :o) with you all and really appreciated all those who took the time to give advice and pass on some of their masses of Shetland Sheep knowledge. I'll look forward to the next time we meet.

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Wednesday, 24 June 2009

More tales of tails!

I've been very interested to read on other folks blogs discussions about Shetland breed standards. This year I'm lucky enough to have some ram lambs that I consider nice enough to sell on as breeding animals. However, I have some reservations about one of their tails...

This is Smali Big Wig. I think he's a super lamb, but I'd be interested to hear other opinions.
"Wiggy" has a very correct little fluke tail: short with wool at the top and hair at the tip.


Then there's Braeface who is beautiful in everyway and has the softest grey fleece, but has sadly inherited his mother's tail...

Rosy is a lovely ewe in many ways and I'm happy to have her in the flock. If it weren't for that tail!

Worryingly she has passed it on to her son.

Sure it's woolly at the top, hairy at the tip, but it's a big long and chunky... isn't it? Or am I being overly critical?

When I compare this tail to the likes of Carlin who is also growing into a nice lad with a very fine fleece (but of the shorter staple length type I think) it does make me think that it is on the large side!

Sullivan of course is just a wonderful big strapping lad. I hope that there are some yuglet fans out there. I'm going to be taking the photos to the Royal Highland Show in Edinburgh on Friday to see if I can drum up any interest in my stock. I can't wait to see the Shetland Showing... lots of photos to come :o)

Kate wonders why all this fuss over the boys when I have lovely girls like her!

Monday, 22 June 2009

Feelings of helplessness.

Last night my little brother showed up on the doorstep almost out of the blue. He was off sailing with one of the Lake District's climbing legends, Frank Davies who owns a yacht, and his old school buddy Eddy Luke. They all stayed with Chris and I last night and Chris got roped into joining them for a 5 day trip up to Skye. They were all very excited as they set off this morning and I was pleased that Chris could go and enjoy the wildlife and try something totally new.

This evening I received a call from Chris saying that the yacht had hit a rock and was sinking fast. They were trying to get through to the coast guard but salvaging the boat was not looking good and he sounded pretty scared.

I felt so helpless sitting at home waiting for news. Eventually the call came through that the coastguard had reached them and pulled them off the rocks. There was no hole in the boat but it had almost capsized and this was why it had taken on water and something had broken off from somewhere.

I now know that they have managed to limp into port and I'm waiting for the call to go and get them. I'm not sure how taken Chris is with sailing!