Such beautiful scenery. I had no idea that the UK had any decent beaches. Lovely white sand and the water was such a beautiful blue! Gorgeous wildflowers too.
I’m still chuckling over ’Terry’. Quite a character. Stunning eggs, even if the boxes left a little to be desired. That’s always the problem when you have lots of eggs to share around. There are never enough boxes. (There are four Isa Brown chooks where I’m housesitting at the moment, and it has been fun working out how to keep the number of eggs in the fridge to no more than 24. Everyone keeps on getting gifted six packs with the request to please return the box if at all possible.)
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I loved this, Rebecca. It's just what I need to read right now so thank you so much... And TBH, I could handle a South Uist beach - lovely. It reaffirms my attraction to NW beaches of Scotland and beyond.
The Outer Hebrides. A name/location to conjure by. Seems kind of Iceland-adjacent, with no trees and stark beaches. Worth the 4,252 mile (6,493.82km) trip from Colorado?
I miss my chooks. A fisher cat managed to push the chain link at the bottom of the gate up enough to squeeze in and massacred my ladies. I haven’t been able to eat an egg since then.
I'm happy you reposted this as I hadn't read it earlier. Lovely post, both photos and descriptions. We are fortunate enough to have a number of fresh egg sources in our area, and it wasn't until recently that I began buying fresh local eggs. Boy, what a difference from store bought! I'm a fan now and won't be buying store bought unless I'm desperate, lol. We too love eggs! 💜
This is one of my all-time favorite posts, Rebecca. Thanks so much for bringing it back! Please don't let these classic Holdens get lost at the bottom of the archive! They are beautiful stories.
Simply beautiful - beautiful photos, a simple story = simply beautiful. Thanks as always, Rebecca, for another delightful read as I'm stretched out in my favorite comfy place, out of the triple digit heat, relishing the written word. :-)
What a fun read! That's hilarious about the egg boxes but as my grandfather was an egg farmer (or maybe it's proper to say a poultry farmer) those boxes were gold! :) Thanks for the re-gift today.
‘Deranged’ chicken eggs! Hahaha!
Such beautiful scenery. I had no idea that the UK had any decent beaches. Lovely white sand and the water was such a beautiful blue! Gorgeous wildflowers too.
I’m still chuckling over ’Terry’. Quite a character. Stunning eggs, even if the boxes left a little to be desired. That’s always the problem when you have lots of eggs to share around. There are never enough boxes. (There are four Isa Brown chooks where I’m housesitting at the moment, and it has been fun working out how to keep the number of eggs in the fridge to no more than 24. Everyone keeps on getting gifted six packs with the request to please return the box if at all possible.)
Another delightful read. Thanks so much.
What a divine setting!
I loved this, Rebecca. It's just what I need to read right now so thank you so much... And TBH, I could handle a South Uist beach - lovely. It reaffirms my attraction to NW beaches of Scotland and beyond.
Lol that was really funny , Rebecca! You have a knack for capturing people with words. I can’t wait to visit the Outer Hebrides myself.
With love,
A fellow egg lover
Delightful post, complete with beautiful scenery. It reminded me of the west coast of Ireland.
Someday, you'll have to tell us more about Terry. Such a quirky character.
The Outer Hebrides. A name/location to conjure by. Seems kind of Iceland-adjacent, with no trees and stark beaches. Worth the 4,252 mile (6,493.82km) trip from Colorado?
I miss my chooks. A fisher cat managed to push the chain link at the bottom of the gate up enough to squeeze in and massacred my ladies. I haven’t been able to eat an egg since then.
One of my all-time favourites! I loved this tale before and what a treat to read it again. Xx
Delightful reading for my Saturday morning. Thank you for sharing.
Ah! This is the post that made me long to live out of Brooklyn and to the country so I could have chickens... still feel that way 🐣
I'm happy you reposted this as I hadn't read it earlier. Lovely post, both photos and descriptions. We are fortunate enough to have a number of fresh egg sources in our area, and it wasn't until recently that I began buying fresh local eggs. Boy, what a difference from store bought! I'm a fan now and won't be buying store bought unless I'm desperate, lol. We too love eggs! 💜
This is one of my all-time favorite posts, Rebecca. Thanks so much for bringing it back! Please don't let these classic Holdens get lost at the bottom of the archive! They are beautiful stories.
Simply beautiful - beautiful photos, a simple story = simply beautiful. Thanks as always, Rebecca, for another delightful read as I'm stretched out in my favorite comfy place, out of the triple digit heat, relishing the written word. :-)
What a fun read! That's hilarious about the egg boxes but as my grandfather was an egg farmer (or maybe it's proper to say a poultry farmer) those boxes were gold! :) Thanks for the re-gift today.
Love eggs, even the deranged ones! Lovely post.