South North Tolsta

 

There is such a place. There's also New Tolsta which is confusingly north of North Tolsta. Oh and Glen Tolsta which is south of north tolsta on the way in from Stornoway. Our "Man who does" lives there. The snap is of a part of the village I rarely visit but see often.

spring plumage

 

I caught The Crofter on his croft in his spring plumage. How lovely he looks in the early sunshine, grey hair glistening in the light.

There's order and calmness down there sometimes. The boy helper hadn't turned in, the childlings were at school and Mrs Crofter, a teacher was too.

horsey haar

 

Lovely haar all around the village and gone by the time you reach the  next village. Or else it's everywhere else but here. That's how it is.

two

 

There you are, Sam [right] and Tom. At the 'other' croft resting after planting trees and digging. 

We, that's when Eve and I came across them on a little bike ride so paused to pass the time of day.

There's Tom and Eve sat sitting and everything. I was snip snapping at this time and goodness knows what Sam was up to.

are you awake?

 

of course she does

 

Whilst I was strolling through the village listening to the cuckoo and assorted other flappy things, a lawn mower coughed into life and shattered the blissful sounds. 

Eve on the other hand has cycled down to the community polycrub to throw water about and sing a song to the peas about growing big and fat. It's a lovely song and I'll get Eve to record it and I'll post it here [in your dreams].

The snap was taken THEN not now. It's on film from a little plastic camera.

Oh and don't forget the Giro D'Italia is happening now. As you might imagine, they are in Bulgaaria atm.

bowls

 

When I was young and lived in Bath, Somerset I remember going along to Victoria park and seeing these old people playing bowls. Now aged 70, here I am.

The only trouble here is that it still has a biting cold breeze despite the sun. However, Eve and I played o'er on another island yesterday - and indoors.