I don’t mind them being interested but when they start to use their heads to push you backwards and no amount of shouting, even very loudly, doesn’t make a slight bit of difference. Thankfully, there were rocks behind us to clamber up – cows don’t climb. And also we were saved by a bunch of noisy kids who were going down to the beach. Our ninja cows turned as a group and headed after them. We escaped by running for the steep cliff slopes.

Why Ninja Cows? Cause they do creep up on you and then use all four legs to jump and buck and turn in the air. Quite clever actually!

We are just back from Skye and having watched Monty and his dog, Reuben in South Uist on telly you do miss the place; rain and wind included. Monty had just been to visit St Kilda, forty-one miles off the coast of the Outer Hebrides. Like many before him had fallen for the island, even after only being there less than a day. Hats off to him for making the crossing in a Rib boat with no shelter from the elements (even if the BBC camera crew were next to him).

Just two weeks ago this was the scene not far from where I live. This week the snow has gone, the birds are back and so are over twenty caravans, cars, 4×4s, white vans and lots and lots of travellers. They broke through two gates and now have established a camp in the former industrial estate. Locals are on guard, and so too are the authorities. We await their next move.

The rubbish pile has started to grow and already the Community Wardens have scheduled daily visits to the site. Walking around the perimeter feels awkward, as if you are visiting the zoo. You try not to look through the gaps in the fence or wire but you just have to, to see what the ‘inmates’ are up to. Today, one came out and round the fence and then asked ‘”Does your dog bite?”.