Angus is supposed to be retired and take things easy but he can't stand what his daughters are doing to the farm. It's against his principles. His wife, Nessa, tells him "Time's moved on, so should your principles. You need to accept that and change with them. Give a little, Angus, you daftie."
But he couldn't. He'd been a beef and sheep farmer. What was he now with his piddling twelve acres? But think to override his decisions did they, those daughters of his? Relegate him to a cypher would they? He'd show them. And he does.