Thursday, 2 January 2014

January 3rd was Festival of Sleep Day

(according to a fairly reliable source - not Sheep as previously stated)

Never mind, a day for counting sheep perhaps.

In celebration whereof, further snippets from ‘As Safety Saw It’:

“HERE THEY COME AGAIN!”

            “The hungry sheep look up and are not fed.”  And if Milton were in Stornoway and writing today – although he wasn’t talking about the same kind of sheep – he could say that the not-so-hungry sheep look up, and down, and in, and round, and all over the place, poking here, there, and everywhere seeking what they may devour.

            It would not be true, however, to say that they are not fed – because they are; often at the expense of diligent gardeners. Long practice, plus a native resourcefulness and ingenuity, has made them expert in finding means of entry to almost inaccessible places. Tender and carefully nurtured young plants, spring cabbage, and all the delicacies for which generations of marauding ancestors have given them a hereditary palate suffer the inevitable consequences. “They” can be seen now morning and evening on their rounds with the intention of breaking and entering patent in their every move and look.

            But the local gardeners are active too. Compelled by the wary nature of the warfare to follow the unmilitary principle that defence is the best form of attack, they are busily preparing for a state of siege and barricading themselves in for another “gridless” season.

            To be a keen gardener in this part of the world one, I think, must also be an incurable optimist. And it is this optimism which keeps the gardener, as he looks for results from his own efforts, at the same time looking each year for cure or amelioration of the sheep problem. This hope has now become centred upon “grids”. Perhaps as a decision to provide these has been taken, the project will be started reasonably soon and quickly completed.


            “Close the door, they’re coming in the windows!”          [A novelty hit song of the time].


M.S. in Stornoway Gazette, 20 & 23/03/1956:

 As I See It column, p.3


The full collection of these articles may be read on pdf here (this one is on p.31 of the booklet): https://docs.google.com/file/d/0B90F9J6p3hh5emRWbFFhSXNiZEU/edit?usp=sharing

And (no urban foxes, but...):

            On a street [in Stornoway] that will remain nameless meantime, where the majority of refuse bins that lined the pavement were lidless, it was surprising to see one rook, two hoodie crows, numerous seagulls, a cat, two dogs and several sheep all nimbly searching for unhygienic sustenance among the ashes. An enterprising sheep, showing the initiative which is a characteristic of the local breed, had butted over a large bin, and the remainder of the birds and beasts were making high and amicable holiday.
as above, 18 & 21/10/1955.

Lewis Castle Grounds, April 1957

Sheep on the Isle of Lewis
They're everywhere... British Library Piazza, January 2014 

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