成人快手

There I was standing at the smiddy door as the good old clydesdales were being shod.After the shoeing had been completed I believe that a transformation took place - a change in the personality of the horse. When the horse arrived at first, there seemed to be an air of dejection prevailing,just dragging the feet a bit,and the head a little lower than usual.But now after the job had been completed the proud prancing became more prnounced and an air of wellbeing quite evident.Yes they were movers, with plenty leg action.
It is strange how changes happen; in less than a hundred years or indeed a few decades.
I believe it was during ww2 that the demise of the heavy horse started.I know, that on Tiree, like other parts of the country, the war effort was in progress and tractors appeared.Here as everywhere else, the potential of the new advent was obviously seen.No matter how highly respected the clydesdale was for hard graft;the mechanical tractor could produce much more work.
So therefore,it was during the early 1950s,sadly, that the change commenced.
After many decades of a loving relationship between the crofter and his work companion started winding down.
A new era was now starting,and as far as I can see,not any more pleasing.A complete revolution has evolved among us,in crofting, and I believe that the spirit of man has waned as a result.