There is a pot of gold at the end of every rainbow according Irish folklore.
At the end of my rainbow, I have 4 pots of gold (there are 4 Icelandic horses in this field, so qed, 4 pot-bellies of gold!)
That was yesterday evening and today it was beautiful too. I know for some of you south it has been a tad breezy, but here in Shetland there was not a breath of wind and the sun shone gloriously. Makes a change as usually it is the other way round. We suffer, no one mentions it on the news and we just get on with it.
I don’t like to rub it in (ok, I do), but I managed to put out three loads of washing to dry, go for a lovely walk as well as take photos of the sun-bathing boys.
(Is there anyone more handsome? I think not)
So everyone was outside lapping up the rays. BeAnne was on guard ready to repel marauders – she sees it as her sole responsibility and spends many hours outside waiting for them.
A little known fact. A Patterdale terrier is never off-duty, you know.
Loki was not letting anyone past the front door, either.
Haakon is back from his holiday at Jo’s. I found him at the end of my garden waiting for me. If I am honest, he is probably more like waiting for the biscuit tin.
I said what-ho to the old thing and gave him a sweetie as well. It is good to see him. He is still the head of the herd. You can tell he is related to Iacs – they are cousins with a striking family resemblance although Haakon never does an Idiot-Face quite like Iacs. He just looks incredibly noble.
Yes, that’s right Daisy Taylor. You heard me!