Nine men went to mow, went to mow a meadow

or in my case 9 cows and their calves..... The Ladies are back! These are my contract mowers who arrive every year for 4-6 weeks in October to graze the grass on our headland. The grassland on our croft is managed to produce suitable breeding habitat for corncrakes, breeding waders such as lapwings, oystercatchers, redshank… Continue reading Nine men went to mow, went to mow a meadow

Waving not drowning

The Hebridean Gardener's Lament "its cold, wet and windy" or in my case the grumpy gardener blues is yet to be replaced by the sunny morning tuneless whistle as I pull on my red woolly hat and wellies and march off to the garden. In the "edgy islands" spring does not officially start until May… Continue reading Waving not drowning