I am not sure how many times I re-read Lillian Beckwith's stories of her life on the Hebrides Island off the coast of Scotland.
Her 'sanenach' views of life on a 'croft' are as hilarious as the gaelic speaking crofters views of her attempts at living in similar fashion to themselve.
'The Hills Is Lonley' was the first volume of this delightful series. Where they put their 'tackety boots' on the 'feets' of the cow, to help get it out of a bog
