OH had returned from a tortuous time in Lerwick at the Dentist so, out of sympathy, I offered to walk the dogs for him.
And, of course, I took my camera with me too!
This time of year, the bird population starts increasing – the lapwings were flying around bickering with each other, probably about their nesting rights.
The weather was fast and furious. One minute the sun was shining, the sky was a gorgeous blue and then the next, it would darken over ominously and start something different.
In Shetland hailstones are called “Haily-Puckles”. I never knew this but I think it is an excellent onomatopoeic word and we were all covered in them. Luckily they were not the stingy type. I hate it when they hurt like needles.
I strode on with the belief that there is no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothes and walked the boundary of my croft, trying to stay out of the bogs.
This is a typical Thordale field gate. It is called the “coathanger gate” because I think we once tied it up with a wire coat-hanger! It is at the furthest end of my property and I know my horses can be opportunists given any chance at all. I try and keep a piece of string in my coat pocket just in case!
It made me think of this!
Both the dogs enjoyed themselves – BeAnne occasionally putting up the rabbits (she mostly walks blindly into them and then surprises herself) and Loki chasing them to ground. He sometimes reappears having caught one.
A few more photos from our walk.