I must remember as winter progresses that there is nothing like a good moan about the rain to bring on a much needed dry spell. Somebody must have read my complaints about the rain last week and taken pity on us. This week has been exactly what the doctor ordered - cold and dry under foot. Lovely. Even the autumnal leaves look a shade happier in the sunshine.
It has been a week of new arrivals on the farm this week - more calves born in the shed and a new batch of wee hairy highlanders brought in from Ormsary estate in West Argyll to be reared on our good grass. Ormsary is a beautifully secluded patch of woods and moorland, with the most amazing seascapes looking down Loch Caolisport to the islands of Jura, Islay and Gigha. The estate is managed by a friend James - we've known him since he was just a wee fella, skirting the coat tails of his father who lived and worked nearby us when we used to live in Argyll.
When we left the west to move back to the farm I don't think I could have guessed at the ongoing connections we would still have to the place and its folks. I guess for all time there has been cattle moving between east and west - following old drove roads, the seasons and good grass. The rotation continues through our old friends and new customers from Argyll who buy meat and hay, and it's a privilege to work with some great farmers who we know and trust to source great stock from. This week James brought with him some cracking calves and a real beauty amongst them - an unusual brown wee girl who is one of the prettiest highlanders I've ever met....of the ruminent kind anyway!