When I was going to be writing about our adventure into cow-wrangling (with added calves - which makes it a whole new ball game - I was up to my elbows in icy water fixing a pipe the dear cowses and even dearer calveses had wrecked in their moo-town rendition. And then the kinds took me climbing at Killicrankie -seeing as it may be years before they're able to come back, it seems time well spent. But I'm really tired now...