The dew in the pasture glistened in the early morning sun. His uncle liked to start errands early on a Saturday, which suited Josh, as it meant he was free in the afternoon. Fortunately, it wasn’t a full roll. Those weighed a ton. They walked in silence, dressed in their work clothes: loose jeans and flannel shirts. Calum wore a worn grey rucksack, full of tools, U nails, a staple gun and other items they might need. ‘Josh, I’ll be out Thursday night at the Crofters’ Association meeting,’ said Calum. ‘And Saturday a couple of my old friends from the SFU – the Farmers’ Union – will be coming over for a drink and some dinner.’ ‘No problem,’ Josh said. That meant he could spend more time with Reggae on Thursday, and maybe see Yvonne on the Saturday. They walked on in silence. Then Calum began again. ‘I was thinking about the other day. When you found our sheep on the commons. How did you manage to gather two lambs and two ewes and bring them back on your own?’ Josh stumbled.
