Warebeth (Day 1885)

After the woofer wander, I headed to town for the delights of a trip round Tesco. I managed to get home and get the grass cut before the rain started, but got wet wandering the woofers at Lyde.
It brightened up as  my beautiful wife returned from work and we zoomed through to Stromness to check up on the horses. George has managed to eat so much grass he smells like a cow.