Yesterday, I helped my friend and trainer, Bjørn of Bergli Stud. I was at a loose end – Daisy wanted me out of the area (she was cleaning up Thordale in readiness for an Icelandic Horse Clinic this weekend) and I needed a diversion (BeAnne was having biopsies for lumps tomorrow).

So we drove off to see some Shetland pony stallions in Burra (another island, luckily attached by bridge).

While Bjørn trimmed hooves and dished out wormer, I pottered about unhelpfully with my camera!

This is my little gorgeous Waffle’s Sire.

Wulfert v.d. groote woerd – the very epitome of dude!

Now, that is some mane.

I adore Wulfert.

I must admit, however, that I see absolutely nothing of him in Waffle – he is all his Mum, which is not a bad thing, but he is not his Pa.

Wulfert is a very independent – I-don’t-need-no-one – kinda dude who is lovely to talk to.

A magical boy.

Next up was Merkisayre Tactic.  In there, I promise, is a very smart miniature Shetland pony stallion.

No, really, there is.

I think I see a hint of one now.

My bad – just ears then.  Tactic is wonderful.  When he moves, he is jaw-droppinginly awesome.

Last up was Alex.

Alex v.d. Voshoek, to be precise.

The luscious Alex is the stuff of fairy tales.

And he knows it.

We all adore Alex.  He is ridiculously good looking!

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Update:  BeAnne had her biopsies this morning.  She is back home now, feeling groggy but coming out of her anaesthetic.  Our vet thinks they look like benign lipomas (phew) but they are being sent to histology.  Worry doesn’t even go there.  While she was away, I cleaned the house to keep myself occupied.  The house is now immaculate!