Things don’t always go to plan, even though I would love to make you believe otherwise. Tuesday wasn’t my best ever day on the croft! I took Bud for a walk and ended up impaling my foot on an old piece of rusty fence.
Right through the heel of my welly, puncturing the heel of my foot too. It was agony! Unbelievably sore. First time it had happened to me. I went to the doctor and checked that my tetanus was up to date (it is), so I just has to grin and bear it.
Of course, later that day, something would obviously go wrong, and I’d have to do a lot of walking! I came home from work to be greeted by every single sheep having gone AWOL, after a gate swung open. My father and I managed to get them all back in quite quickly, they didn’t even make us come out of the cars!
