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Crofting Life

A Plea For Someone Else…

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Right folks, this needs your help. Financial help. So let me explain:

The information I’m sharing is not me, it is a lady I know. This is a one woman crofter (near Ullapool) who realised a huge potential, a potential for others: organising a course for women to do carpentry, and the opportunity that that cabin can offer and provide in the future. Fantastic! There are so few women in woodworking, carpentry, and joinery work as it is. Some of us never got the opportunity to give it a try, let alone build something. That is only one part. The cabin that is to be built is planned to use for education, an opportunity to introduce children to nature, environment, food. So this project is two fold,

But (and this is the important bit), to build a space needs resources and the cost implication in the current climate is a lot more than what most of us would have expected.

So, this project needs you! Are you able to forfeit £5 from your spending this week? Can you offer more? This project now needs a lot of generous people. Supermarkets, multi millionaires, and a bunch of companies out there seem to manage to get is to part with our cash and make a mint; can we change channels briefly, direct a bit of financial aid, and help this lovely lady and this project out?

In fact, do you have a business, maybe in construction, supplies, delivery, architect, conservation, woodlands, education, anything really, that could provide her with some sponsorship? If so, this is her crowdfunding page:

Crowdfund: Build A Sustainable Future

(PS, many of us find it hard to ask for help, it is much easier to ask for someone else which is exactly what I’m doing here (I am not involved with this project; all I’ve seen is a very determined woman who needs financial support so I’m being a messenger). Even if you aren’t able to donate, can you please share this post to see if we can help her reach the target. Sometimes life throws us lemons, lets help her make lemonade).

If you want to find out more, head over to Instagram: @Croft6ontheloch.

Many thanks.

Crofting Life

The Reluctant Five

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Yes, not the Famous Five, for these five are not famous, nor show any potential of upsetting the original Famous Five (but I fear if I make too much comparision I will have the copyright police sending me some fantastic and highly legalissed e-mails. Which I don’t want, obviously.

The Reluctant Five are not new on the croft, they joined us back in September. Five ryeland ewe lambs from nearby. Since before having ever owned a single shoop (for that is surely the legitimate, grammatically correct form for a single sheep), a work colleague had mentioned to be that I must get ryelands. Add on a decade and I do finally have ryelands.

Getting these sheep came after a spell of the classic of going from ‘we love sheep’, to ‘who bought them things in?’, usually said in the tail end of winter when the grass isn’t growing, the fields are covered in snow, and you have no idea when spring is going to arrive. So the last lot were sold, and it was planned to go about a year sheepless. Uh huh, it lasted only a few months. And we have sheep again.

Now these girls have settled in well. One has even been nicknamed Little Miss Crumpet (being a bit of an air head and got herself stuck twice). However, the recent snow fall meant I needed to quickly change which field they were in. And this meant walking them along the road, past five neighbouring houses, past a field that they couldn’t resist, and various new things that they just weren’t sure about. Which is fair enough, so we went slowly, very slowly, with me walking and talking behind them so they knew I was there (with their wool over their eyes, they can’t see much and voice is needed; and I did not pull the wool over their eyes, it is their natural placement of wool). Which meant, if anyone heard me, I had to talk like a commentator in a sing-song voice for about half an hour as the Reluctant Five and I meandered up the track. Sniffing (them, not me), checking out the new smells as they went very hesitantly. And what do you talk to your sheep about as you get them to move? Good question, I just hope no one over heard me, that matter is between me and them.

The Reluctant Five are now up closer to the house, have been guided to where the hay and nuts can be found, the wool lifted from around their eyes so they can hopefully see just that little bit better. They seemed content with their adventure and what probably feels like they have just reached the north pole by the most unadventurous sheep know to go on an expedition.

Crofting Life

Happy New Year

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Last night I had several writing inspiration moments. Never mind that they came at various times in the middle of the night when I was supposed to be blissfully sleeping away. But they were good enough that I had a wee think over them. Even composed a full paragraph for one of them and revised it before finally passing back to the land of nod.

But when the morning called with two boys wanting their breakfast, I was trudging down the stairs racking my brains as to what glorious inspiration I had meant to write. I figured it would surely return during the day; something would surely cause it to return to the memory panel. Alas, it never has. The black hole of the night swallowed them whole, never to be seen, heard, or thought of again.

Which means, I then felt duty bound to write something. Anything. Surely typing away would jog the eloquent and detailed stories I had envisioned But time slowly slipped away. It was a day of the usual chores: sort cows, check sheep, give a bit of attention to the moulting chickens, check the other lot of sheep, and in the mean time try and keep track what two boys were up to (stop licking the ice for one). And before I know it, it’s post-tea, the boys are tucked up and my bed is calling. I have no plans of waiting up. I know, I know. I hear the uproar by the dedicated hogmanayers. But for me, a late bed does not mean a lie in in the morning. So I’m happy to join in the celebrations at somewhere in the world that has already celebrated and head for bed. For those that like to stay up, that’s great. Whoo-hoo, tonight’s your night. Me, I need my bed.

But what I haven’t done is sort my goals for the coming year. Yes, I have for a long time, had goals each year. This concept was giving to me by sister in law (way back before she was my sister in law). It’s been great fun. Things such as ‘do 20 munros’, ‘read 30 books’ kind of goals. All achievable goals. Some general, some being more edging and getting me to do things I wouldn’t do while stuck in my comfort zone. Not the “I want to lose weight’ type of resolutions some people seem to like. Those lot can have their cake and not eat it. Mine would be more likely to ‘make a three tier cake and ice it like a quarry complete with diggers’ kind of goal. Or the ‘Get up one munro’ (in the past it would have been 30 but cows and kids put a huge hurdle in the way for managing that). I’ve already started a reading list for 2024 (although I completed one of them yesterday). I would try and make sure there was balance in them (physical, mental, spiritual, personal, social, etc) as well as practical. I have absolutely no need to go skydiving. But a weaving course would be great. So I need to go have a wee think for the year to come. And I know 2024 is just around the corner so it’s a bit late to leave it until now to think about it. But the next two days are public holidays, who is really going to be asking for my list before then.