We woke to a fine morning with a brisk southeaster blowing, but surprised to find both snow on the hills - this is a view from the shoreline near the shop looking northeast - and a hard frost in pockets of land protected from the wind. The croft houses visible are Bay View, at left, and Tobar na Biolar, and the hills behind are part of the broken ground which builds to the heights of Meall an Tarmachain, the hill of the ptarmigan - a bird we no longer see here.
Walking back from the shop, The Diary passed its favourite plot in Ormsaigbeg, the home of the five little pigs. To give some idea of what they have achieved in the three weeks since they took up residence in Kilchoan's West End, this is what the land looked like before their arrival, and....
.... this is what it looks like today. And the pigs have done a far better job than any rotovator could have done, as they've also removed most of the rhizomes from which the bracken will sprout in the spring.
Little wonder that the Scottish Farmer (see article below) heaped such praise on the Kilchoan Pig Syndicate.
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