Sunday afternoon. I had ridden Haakon in the school, fed Iacs his Danilon (lame again, why?), and Taktur his special grub, so I went for a drive around the westside to see what I could see with my camera, of course.
First I went down to Dale Beach to look at the waves. Not brilliant but still impressive. The sun shone in patches and the rain appeared briefly too. Still, it was pretty and atmospheric.
Then follow the road round right into the hill where there are some hill ponies this winter. With their straggly winter coats, they are doing well out there. The ponies don’t actually roam far from home so someone is always keeping an eye on them. I like seeing them as this is how I imagine Shetland always was.
Then back to Bousta to see what my seal fraternity were doing.
Nothing, as usual. I took some more photos and watched them for a while – turn the sound down btw on the film – that is the wind blowing incessantly.
Funny little jelly blobs really. I swear my piano teacher at school did not look dissimilar. She had the same disapproving expression.
So, after another shower of rain, I wended my way home on the look out for the mountain hares in their white winter fur. They “shine like a shilling in a sweep’s arse” on the brown heather.
Not exactly well camouflaged and very easy to spot in the hill.
This is the time of year when they pair up. I shall keep a constant look out for them. I love hares.