Off With Her Head

Sometimes, don’t you just want to hide away? Emerging from the depths of ‘lockdown’ has been a reawakening. From all the ‘behind the scenes’ preparations, from the risk assessments followed by the deep cleans. From the de-cluttering, to the planning and the implementing. The restructuring and looking at ways of moving steadily forwards into the [...]

Space and Time

It felt as if the world had stopped spinning when lockdown came A mad race to get everyone safely home and suddenly everything seemed to stop. We disappeared into a bubble of family life on the farm and got a chance to really step back and appreciate everything around us. From my very first trip [...]

Easing of Lockdown

As we move forward there is supposed to be a gradual easing out of lockdown. ‘Supposed’ as the Islay whisky gods seem to be going against this latest guidance. We have been spoilt with weeks of beautiful sunshine. Just as the Scottish Government gave the go ahead for socially distanced get togethers outdoors at the [...]

The Fire Starter

Two beady eyes were watching us the whole time, jaw constantly chewing away, attitude coming from every angle. This sheep was a real character...maybe the one we evicted from Persabus the other week. The one who arrived with lambs at foot, as an unwelcome guest, and proceeded to head butt the glass door of the [...]

Egg Nomination

Pressure is mounting. The latest lockdown craze for NHS donations involves nominated people filming themselves swallowing a raw egg, a spoonful of sugar and a large dram. The short video clips are then uploaded onto social media with more nominees being presented with the challenge. On the island the challenge is spreading like wildfire, appealing [...]

Bruichladdich Paparazzi

There is a bite to the wind, but the beautiful blue skies and billowing clouds continue as spring blossoms away on the island. The sound of birdsong filling the air, with the early morning dawn chorus, waking me from my slumbers ever so early. The mellow, throaty bleating of the sheep calling to their offspring. [...]

Lockdown at the Sheep Fank

With the lockdown continuing I was abruptly pulled out of my self-imposed happy ‘farming retirement’ at the weekend. Years ago, I had sensibly managed to ease my way out, as quickly as humanly possible, from most tasks that had any inkling of being associated with the word ‘farming’. Lambing duties and feeding pet lambs their [...]

Sprouting Times

Tarzan style cries have been yodelling across the yard as the Happy Farmer has taken on the last remaining wilderness at Persabus. This week has seen him wrestling his way through a thick jungle of undergrowth within the four walls of the original old stone barn. Sky high fuchsia bushes, with thick, woody, broad roots [...]