One of the delights of preparing fields for cultivation is the opportunity to turn up “treasure” for the boys’ collection. While there’s nothing particularly significant in this haul, it all came out of the potato field after M’s tractor had been through it. Starting from the left, we have:
Read more‘We do that!’
The Other Half was on her way back from Glasgow earlier this evening, which usually means that the boys and I will play a few games before having a slightly late dinner. Not tonight. By good fortune, the Big Lad had stumbled across a trailer for a new BBC television programme, Victorian Farm, which had [...]
Read moreBushmen both
My paternal grandfather, James “Bruce” Johnstone, did many things in his life but I think the best description of him is “bushman”. The bushman was and is a resourceful, independent individual who can survive, indeed thrive, in the tremendously harsh conditions of the Australian bush. My grandfather, whose father was killed when James Bruce was [...]
Read moreA slice of history
From time to time people ask how we can continue to do what do as it seems we lead a hard life on the croft. It would be tempting to think that was the case, so that’s why I value photos like this. They’re a reminder that no matter how hard our life appears in [...]
Read moreThe mixed fortunes of one man’s war
On the 90th anniversary of the end of World War 1, one member of my family stands out in typifying the fortunes of those who went to war. In just three years, Private George William Lester Rofe went from hairdresser to hero to military convict, suffering wounds and an assortment of diseases along the way. [...]
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18 April, 2009


