
PS...although the sun is shining brightly, there are flurries of snowflakes drifting past the window. Every so often, we hear a low rumble, as heaps of snow slide off the roof and fall with a thud on the ground.
The local farmer; an elderly man, has worked tirelessly to take fodder to the sheep in the glen. I wonder how the newborn lambs are coping. He has a barn for the "orphans". I helped to bottle feed some of them, some time ago.