Charlie had the day off work, we drove to the first grass keep to shear a dozen sheep. From the beginning he did not appear to be up to the job, but his perseverance saw half a dozen sheep sheared before his mechanical shears stopped working.
The first sheep kicked his right shoulder red, and catching the 4th sheep dragged him twenty feet through dirt and broken stone, leaving grazes on his forearms. The last sheep had to be sheared by hand.
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Emptying the pen of the remaining flock, we felt, but didn't actually realise how much we hammered the morning through until several hours later. And today I learned through experience, that black sheep are more bold and aggressive, more edgy, tetchy paranoid than white sheep who are roughly the same admixture of breed.
In the afternoon we visited Berrick-on-Tweed and walked Spittal shoreline; relax upon the absence of people, and felt safe among the few that were around to enjoy this wide open space. During the summer month, I enjoy the breeze of the North Sea; that enabled the voyages of my Viking ancestors.
We drove to Berrick, crossed the River Tweed, slowed through the town, side lining the forte, twisting and turning northwards until arriving at the dual carriageway of the A1, returning us to bonnie Scotland. The fresh, sea air had made Charlie hungry, we rested at Eyemouth harbour and enjoyed a takeaway meal of chips. Crime was noticeable and confirmed by a police scouring the area from behind a windscreen of their crawling van.
Returning to the farmhouse Charlie was shattered with tiredness, I told him to go to bed, whilst I finished the jobs. Working out at the farmhouse is enabling me to lose weight, and also allowing Charlie to do more of the jobs he should be doing, that need to be done; so by helping him I'm helping myself in this instance. He knows I write this blog, but does not get involved in any way; and I'm happy with that.
The first sheep kicked his right shoulder red, and catching the 4th sheep dragged him twenty feet through dirt and broken stone, leaving grazes on his forearms. The last sheep had to be sheared by hand.
Emptying the pen of the remaining flock, we felt, but didn't actually realise how much we hammered the morning through until several hours later. And today I learned through experience, that black sheep are more bold and aggressive, more edgy, tetchy paranoid than white sheep who are roughly the same admixture of breed.
In the afternoon we visited Berrick-on-Tweed and walked Spittal shoreline; relax upon the absence of people, and felt safe among the few that were around to enjoy this wide open space. During the summer month, I enjoy the breeze of the North Sea; that enabled the voyages of my Viking ancestors.
We drove to Berrick, crossed the River Tweed, slowed through the town, side lining the forte, twisting and turning northwards until arriving at the dual carriageway of the A1, returning us to bonnie Scotland. The fresh, sea air had made Charlie hungry, we rested at Eyemouth harbour and enjoyed a takeaway meal of chips. Crime was noticeable and confirmed by a police scouring the area from behind a windscreen of their crawling van.
Returning to the farmhouse Charlie was shattered with tiredness, I told him to go to bed, whilst I finished the jobs. Working out at the farmhouse is enabling me to lose weight, and also allowing Charlie to do more of the jobs he should be doing, that need to be done; so by helping him I'm helping myself in this instance. He knows I write this blog, but does not get involved in any way; and I'm happy with that.
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