Fragments of a Dram in the Dyke

Old pops has been a traditional crofter all of his 63 years. July is shearing time and his flock are liberated from their burdensome fleeces. Today I had my country gal hat on and was helping out to roll the wool in the sheep fank and observing all the "empties" from a bygone time - what fun, banter and craic was once had when crofting was a thriving way of life.