I usually wear a German army-surplus, camouflage, parka about the croft. It is light and reasonably weather proof but no match for this morning's torrential rain and high winds. So on went the heavy-duty, yellow oilskins.
As I went to feed the cattle, the younger beasts stared with startled looks, before bolting off. The bull gave me a funny look as well and I kept well away from him.
Seems my cattle anyway, have a dislike of bright custard yellow. Such is life.
3 comments:
Have You stopped blogging? I have followed you because I also have some Higlands.
//Rickard
No, just been very, very busy. Will start again soon. Thanks for asking
Thats sounds very good. Then I still visit your blogg!
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