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I Need My Boys

I have been indoors all day working hard on the photos of the past Icelandic horse training and competition weekend.

I feel a bit frazzled now.

I hate sitting indoors all day and I have missed my boys so I decided to take some time out.

I found an apple, split it and took it out to distribute to those that might want a piece.  Newt said he would rather have a nose-kissey.  He is funny like that.

Floss came too as human company and was quickly frisked!  The boys were searching her pockets for anything edible they could find.

She is used to this.

However, it is not always about food.

(ok, maybe it is – for some!)

Newt is growing upwards and outwards.

He has a good large apple-bum and I think is well set for the oncoming winter.

Iacs has taken up lurking as a full time job.

He seems to have a talent.

Taktur and I had a long discussion about just how good he was last weekend.

He remains ridiculously goodlooking too.

All the boys were pleased to see us.  Apples or no apples.

Yes, they are all checked daily but it is actual people contact they want.

People are always good to play with and talk to.

BeAnne supervised, of course.

Newt is almost as big as an Icelandic horse while Albie is now at least 14hh!

And so back to the ruddy photos.  All 1900 of them that I said I wasn’t going to take!

Tolt in Harmony

After a splendid dinner the night before, we all arrived bright and early at the yard for the next day’s entertainment – the competition!

(perhaps a bit too early for some!)

There was going to be none of this jumping lark!

We are not that kind of horse.  They are, we aren’t.  Well, not today, anyway.

Everyone got their horses ready.

It was still raining on and off, so we kept the saddle dry with a rainsheet.

The school had now been set out with cones and poles to define the riding area for tölt-in-harmony.  There were even flags (sort of).

The judge gave those that wanted a chance to come in and let their horses see the new set-up.  Klængur hates change so this really helped and he quickly settled down.

Those that weren’t riding, waited outside and no, none of the horses spooked at the huge tractor with the massive bale of hay coming up behind them.

Everyone was smart and as clean as they could manage.

Scotland is wet.  There was mud everywhere, but somehow we managed.

The judge was ready.

I positioned myself upstairs in the viewing gallery, grabbed my camera and off I clicked while everyone rode the same course in tölt and preferably in harmony.

 

More tomorrow.

 

Saturday in Aberdeen

We arrived at Aberdeen first thing on Saturday morning, drove to Fountain Equestrian Centre, Dyce and put the boys in their stables to rest.

Later on, Flossie had her first lesson in the indoor arena with Fi Pugh, the Tølt in Harmony Judge.

Klængur hates anything new and was on edge and so perhaps not his most helpful, but Flossie managed well and did her very best. She has never ridden him outwith Shetland.

 

Next, it was Daisy and Taktur’s turn.

Taktur was wonderful. He shared his lesson with a mare and, apart from whinnying at himself in the mirrors, he never put a hoof wrong.

(I mean you would whinny at yourself if you were that incredibly handsome, wouldn’t you?)

The rain it did rain and Bjørn (our trainer who came south with us) was teaching outside in the outdoor swimming pool or manège!  It was hard to tell at times.

There is something about Aberdeen and me. Whenever I am there, it rains.

There were less rainy interludes.  They were brief.

First up were Flossie and Klængur.

By now, Klængur had calmed down and was finding his feet.  That helped Floss’ confidence hugely as she was beginning to think she was in for a rough ride all weekend.

Next it was Daisy and Taktur’s turn.

They sploshed around the manège.

There was even an audience of admirers but Taktur did not even acknowledge their existence.  Work is work.  Fans are for later.

(I think they all thought he was a bit gorgeous)

And they would be right.

Taktur was wonderful.

So, that was our first day.

On the boat

My daughters and I spent the morning packing. They were also cleaning their tack too, in readiness for Saturday and Sunday training and show for Icelandic horses in Scotland.

Daisy is taking Taktur who has strict instructions to be a Handsome Prince and not a tit.

Flossie is taking Klængur.

Anyway, someone is not happy we are not going but it is only for three nights so hopefully she, and everyone else, will survive.

As as I type, we are on the boat coming into Kirkwall, Orkney.  Daisy and Floss will go down shortly to check their horses, give them more hay and water if they need it.

It was a tad bouncy on the way down but settled after a while. We all took to our beds after supper and I have been sleeping which is the best way to ignore the movement.

The boat gets in a 07:00 and we will drive straight off and to the venue where the horse will be stabled and can rest until they are needed.

Well, that is the plan, anyway.  Night, night xx

Grounded

The weather has turned and it is now miserable, grey and cold.

We are on the boat tomorrow with the horses for a training weekend in Aberdeen so today I went off on a long trek to find some diesel for the van.

When I came back I found all the hens and sheep together, in a heap.

A certain two little sheeple have been grounded for leaving Lambie by himself all night (and it is not the first time).

Lambie spent yesterday afternoon and, I expect, most of last night on his lonesome ownsome.

Every morning all the boys go out onto the hill to join the hill sheep.  They enjoy seeing the others and every afternoon they come home.  But last night ‘Bert and ‘Ster did not return when they were called. Of course, Lambie did because he stays near the house in case Muzzah calls (more like the biscuit tin calls).  Lambie always runs home but the other two were further away and had not appeared by the time it was dark.  I left a little gate open and yes, they were all together this morning.

I don’t like Lambie being by himself.  He gets very depressed and makes friends with the chilckens.  I went out twice in the evening to call the other missing reprobates home and Lambie came galloping round from the back of the shed where he had been eating shouting his head off at me followed by his flock of hens.

The only good side of this is that Lambie had the entire contents of the biscuit tin to himself because there was no one to share it with.  His consolation prize.

And, yes, they know they are grounded. I told them.