Listening to: Glasvegas (Glasvegas)
After two beautiful, if chilly days, the wind is building up - not much fun if you've forgotten to shut the hens in and you have to venture out in your dressing gown and jammies.
Suitably invigorated in certain more intimate areas, I'm back in our newly-painted kitchen (Sal having had a busy weekend) uploading photos.
I'm not much of a photographer. You'll have to imagine the sight of a hen's egg sitting, untouched in Kim the sow's bed. Likewise, I can't bring you the sight of the little black and white feral cat who patrols the croft, cuddled up to a slumbering Kim.
I did attempt to get a pic of the astonishing sunrise on Saturday, but it was windy so I couldn't keep the mobile phone still and, in any case, it wouldn't pick up the full range of colours - an outstanding variety of oranges, purples and blues which lit up the fields for at least an hour - and the result was this. . .
Anyway, it has been quiet and bright for the last two days and the island (or at least the views from the front of our house) has been in fine form, like this. . .
. . . or Fitty Hill seen from over an Ifor Williams trailer. . .
The pigs have enjoyed the sunshine. . .
. . . and the dogs were treated to a walk to the shore. . .