May I bid you a very warm welcome to the third week in the reign of “Sir Robin of Linksley” (aka Aquagility).
Perhaps our very own crofter was joking last week, but he reminded me of the days when I WAS a crofter myself, more or less. For five years in the mid 1980s, I leased a two-roomed bothy (a humble cottage) on the shores of the Sound of Mull, between Oban and Tobermory, and as near to heaven as it’s possible to be. It was located a mile from the nearest road, it even had its own little harbour. It came with five acres of land and I was told I could have any five acres I liked – as long as I fenced it in. So I elected to conveniently forget the fence and to have a different five acres every day. Consequently, my efforts to grow my own vegetables were of benefit only to the resident roe deer!
What a wonderful time you had. It makes one quite envious. I was too late to enter last week but I'm on the ball this week. Here is my offering:
WILD Oats
WOOD Chip
FUEL Prices
SHIP Wreck