Goat + clamour = amour amidst the glamour

I think that traditionally village fetes and galas were generally a time to get off your face. But things are changing, albeit very very slowly. Very slowly.

But the goats didn't need beer goggles - they were in love. As soon as the bags puffed up and they scqulurched into action the goats knew that they and bag pipes were just meant to be.

It was a pleasant enough way to spend an afternoon - especially as Jussi and I had remembered to bring some beer and cider with us.

The goats were popular and we only had to run in front of the archery range to capture an escaped goat 4 or 5 times.

It seems lots of crofting wives would like to keep goats, but not crofting husbands. (I mean crofting husbands don't want to keep goats, not that crofting wives don't want to keep crofting husbands, though I guess that's possibly true too).