Incompletions

I doubt you can make a noun out of incomplete. But here is a quick list of current frustrations:

• We don't have a holding number with the crofters commission. The previous owners have at least a two step process to go through, and then the crofters commission have to start the process of transfer, which involves inviting stakeholders to comment on our intention to use the croft. We've had heads up that there are rumblings afoot that might make this less than straight forward.
• We still can't connect to the internet and have a phone connection. BT are full of empty promises.
• My kit for the next lot of beer still hasn't arrived. I purchased over £100 worth of stuff over the internet taking advantage of a free delivery option (we have a KW postcode so often get charged Island delivery rates - very expensive), since then I've received nothing but a torrent of excuses.

And we've discovered that hay and straw is very difficult to get hold of up here - what you can grow locally is poor quality on account of the 'moisture in the air' - which I suspect means rain. Most folk who need it import it from the Black Isle and beyond - over 100 miles away.

On the plus side, I've got the gold medal on tanks. 84 in case you're wondering. I'm having lots of fun trying to make a maze out of the stance of whins we have at the back of the cottage. It's not a designed maze - there are several small trees hidden in there and I'm cutting the gorse to make a track to the trees and making little clearances to give the trees a bit of space to thrive. Eventually one of these tracks will lead down to the steam at the bottom.