Hamish is in the Naughty Books

Waking up to a crisp clear morning in Glasgow then hopping on the plane for the short cruise through the skies back to Islay and we are met with snow-capped mountains as the winter wonderland unfolds below us, golden landscapes and turquoise seas and then the birds eye views of Ardbeg, Laphroaig and Lagavulin Distilleries, [...]

Cooking with Gas

It’s been a week of ‘cooking with gas’ at Persabus, which in Happy Farmer speak roughly translates as a week of happy, productivity as we fire on, ‘full steam ahead’. It has been a heady mix of work and play. The accommodation and camping pitches at Persabus have been a hive of activity, whilst in [...]

The Happy Sheep Dance at Persabus

The Happy Farmer has been doing his happy sheep dance at Persabus. With the sun splitting the skies and plenty of the troops around it was a good day to get the sheep sheared. We had one absentee with a ‘no show’ from the Singing Shepherd and more importantly his fabulous collie dogs, but luckily [...]

To Bholsa and Beyond

It has reached that time of year when life has been getting firmly in the way of blogging. Days seem to be flying by and with so much sunshine it has been a time for happy island adventures. The ‘sun bursting out of the skies’ weather, has led to opportunities for hikes across the wilderness [...]

Living the Dream

People are always intrigued and want to know what it was like for me moving from the city to live on Islay. When I first arrived here to be with my Happy Farmer I honestly didn’t know if island life was for me. It was very different to city living. We had a ‘plan B’ [...]

A Room with a View

This morning, with the sun streaming through the bedroom window, the Happy Farmer and I were sitting with a morning cuppa, contemplating the day’s breakfasts when the peace was abruptly disturbed. Initially it was a clanking and rattling sound, then footsteps crunching across the yard. A loud whistle and then a yodel or two. The [...]

Sunday Morning Mayhem

It was self-service at Persabus on Sunday morning. With no guests requiring one of the Happy Farmer’s delicious cooked breakfasts he made the terrible mistake of opting for a lie in. Lie in and farming are not words that ever go together. It would have been seen as an absolute sin in bygone eras. Farmers [...]

Islay’s Farming Life

The Happy Farmer has had to have a very serious word with the ‘ladies’ on the farm. This morning on his daily feeding rounds they gave him great cause for concern. We had been away for a weekend of mainland living. Shops, restaurants and rugby. As we left the city behind, the calm grey landscapes [...]