I dedicate this blog to Daisy, my eldest daughter, who is stuck at St Andrews without Iacs, aka Meester Bimble.

This afternoon, left to my own devices, as OH was in Lerwick working, I decided to take the dogs for a very slow potter in the hill.  I looked at every step I took and was very careful before anyone wades in with “please walk on flat ground, etc” and I didn’t go far either.  As my reward, as I find walking hard and painful, I took my camera and concentrated on trying to do justice to the amazing colours of the autumn flora and fauna around me.

On my travels, who should I happen upon?  A blimp?

A clue – he has a lovely tache!

It was the Grand Master of Cupboard Love.

He practiced his charms on me as I had some carrots in my pockets, so I gladly dished them out.  In return, Iacs did his Idiot-Face.  A little known fact – Iacs actually stands for I Am Completely Stupid.  It suits him.  If there is one thing Iacs is not known for, it is his immense brain power.  There is even a small piece of land in the field named after him – Iacs Island where he got stuck when it rained.  Not the brightest star in our firmament.

So, there you are Daisy.  In answer to our Facebook conversation later this afternoon …..

(and please don’t say the word Fat – Daisy doesn’t like it)

Though I am struggling to think of another word, to be perfectly honest.  He has big bones.  Yes, that would be it.  Very big bones.

Look, look, Daisy, he is moving.

Feel the burn, Iacs

(and no, that is not the stream that runs along the bottom of the field)