Having given up the 9 to 5 when I left Scotland I’m moving into a self imposed schedule. The hours are loosely 11-4 with several mandatory tea breaks and prolonged periods of gazing out of windows.Wool and supplies have now moved home into a two storey barn. Head upstairs and you can unearth wonders like a loom, carding machines, spinning wheels and countless fleeces.
Hidden eyes silently watch back.
The chickens fuss and gossip like a bunch of old ladies, quietly squawking amongst themselves and peer in occasionally on their circuit around the property.
Graceful tropical butterflies swoop in on yellow wings soaking up the sun.
Angora rabbits come and hang out for the day.