Maybilly

Who doesn’t love May? And this one just kept giving. I found myself pulling items of clothing out of cupboards just so I could wash them and boast about how quickly they dried. Simple pleasures or a very very dull life? I’m fine with it.

Billy turned 90 and we all piggybacked off the celebrations

The busy seats outside after the party had moved indoors spoke volumes. The love and respect for Billy was tangible.

Touch of the Gingers. Finn couldn’t be at the party as he left for a holiday in Oz the day before. But he sent his good wishes…..

The endless giving of the 90th birthday brought Meg home from Ireland.

We are only laughing in this photo as everywhere I went in the kitchen she was under my feet. She declared it to be because she loves me so much, which was a pleasant divergence from her usual glowering when we both want to be on the same spot.

And the timing of the birthday put her in exactly the right spot to help relocate Mr Brown the donkey to a different part of Knoydart. Such manoeuvres require the Spanish John landing craft and a sympathetic family with a lonely cow who said they’d shelter Mr Brown so that Wendy the cow could have company.

Now, it HAS been suggested in the recent past that Mr Brown has a touch of the Evil Penguin from Wallace and Gromit. Carol, his human mother is having nothing of that kind of slanderous commentary. However it seems he Waterboarded Wendy in the water trough before biting her ear so it may have some truth in it. In his defence, he was a bit pissed off and missing Carols kitchen.

There was a lot to do to help our friends with the big flit but there was a little leisure time for Meg and her dad.

Her Irish parents came for a trip to Scotland at the same time so we all enjoyed some of the high jinx of the flit at the Mallaig end.

Catching Mallaig between Steam trains on a sunny May Day - what’s not to like?

Meg and Darragh have a fox Red lab called Rua. Darragh and dog were still in Ireland and she was a bit sad about that. But she had to look after Rua’s grandparents so that made her happy.

Away to get them off the boat.

Each day we all soaked up the delights of May. And yes, we were trying not to buy into the fearful muttering of the anxious Crofter “aye, we’ll pay for this yet!” Whilst batting the thoughts away.

Knowing it would have to come and that of course, we knew we needed it….

It dropped from 22-25 degrees to 9 degrees and fresh snow on the hill tops. The Crofters were right. Always kept in our place by the weather. But the animals needed a wee bit rain to grow the grass

The only real problem with the rain is the dogs who’ve got used to dry weather and refuse to go out in it….

Feck off!!!!