It’s that time of year again. The wool is piling up, and the point comes where, if we’re not to be overwhelmed by the stuff, sorting the great and the good from the condemned-to-the-compost-heap has to start here and now. Here’s Denise sorting and grading the Cheviot coming in from an Eriskay neighbour. She has the skills at her fingertips! I merely set up the make-shift grading table, and do all the heavy lifting. And supply long cold drinks. It’s a warm day for warm work : mid 20s in the shade, and here at the front of the house is a south-facing sun-trap. But D likes it hot!