The killing factory in Stornoway is working hard at the moment. Aminals are often lined up outside awaiting their fate, poor things. I avoid that part of town if I can when I visit the place. I even have to look away when I see the trailers of sheeps on their way from the crofts to the factory. And no, I don't eat meat and have not done for at least 45 years.
Still, the sheeps fank make a fine snappage opportunity - especially in the rain. This is Gress fank I'll have you know.
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