Jonathan: By the time I’d got everything ready and the appointed hour for this afternoon’s shearing had come, the rain had eased off and though it was still overcast and still spitting – there was a drying wind and there was hope enough that the shearing could get done before the weather closed in again. The only thing is that there weren’t enough hands – or paws – for the task: Seonaidh was still not back from Daliburgh with his new bull. An hour passed and I passed it with a few fencing tasks, but clearly something was amiss and so I called down the sheep down to the make-shift fank with a bucket of sheep nuts, and sufficient of those still with fleeces succumbed to the temptation for me to shut them in and get on with some shearing. I got another four or five done before it started to look like rain. Seonaidh came by as I was working, and agreed we”d try again later some afternoon during the week.