Rain and gales lashing the farmhouse, a day for curling up at the fireside and hibernating in the peace and quiet now the last of the Hogmanay revellers have sailed away on the ferry.
The cows still need to be fed though and undeterred by the harsh winter weather youngest, dressed to kill, in full bling and fashion, was determined to go out on the trailer for her weekend ritual of feeding the highland cows. The happy farmer looked down at his youngest, her trendy new clothes from Christmas, hidden under a fashionable pink coat, topped off with a matching pink beret, pink leather boots, beads, bangles and several huge sparkly rings.
‘I really don’t know if you should go out in the trailer in that coat, have you not got an old jacket?’ he enquired.
Youngest raised her eyebrows and in an exasperated tone responded ‘Honestly dad you really do know nothing about fashion…’
A little while later the pink beret of the ‘fashion princess’ could be seen peeping over the hay bale on the trailer as the tractor made its way over the hill to the waiting herd.