I have a new job. Ok, not a paid one but an essential one.
When Mum died, I took all the family photos in various shoe-boxes back to Shetland. I realised that I am probably the only person who mostly knows who is who (though, my cousin might too). So I have taken it upon myself to try and write on the back of every photograph for identification purposes.
These memories are part of my Great-Great Aunt Kate’s diaries and there is nothing better than an old photograph with the characters identified. Otherwise it is worthless to everyone and rather annoying.
Anyway, I may be some time – I have suitcases full of photos! So, so many.
Other than that and everything else, while writing on the back of photos, I heard a loan whinny from the next door paddock.
So I popped my head outside my shed and saw Iacs by himself. He has a bad habit of losing his herd and then coming to ask for help.
Armed with an old dog-lead which I wrapped around his neck, I led him to find his friends.
They weren’t far away, but they weren’t helpful either. Some might say they were hiding very quietly.
There was a small reminder about their responsibilities and Care in the Community.
And I left them all together to get on with grazing.
Obviously, I had company, which is always lovely.
Once back inside, and everyone was in a very silly mood.
Now, back to labelling the back of old photos…… I may be some time.