The sun came out today and it was beautiful. My OH (Other Half) suggested I sat outside so he put a chair out for me by the sheltered front door whereupon the sun instantly vanished! I politely suggested he moved the car as I didn’t consider our old Yaris much of a view.
Now this is a view….
Add some horses and, of course, it would’ve been perfect but dogs are almost as good.
Jack pottered out for a pee and a quick hello. He has aged very quickly since Celt’s death. It is difficult seeing him like this. Celt all over again. He is completely senile, nearly blind and very deaf too.
Loki has settled with us. He is a strange dog. He is clever but has no dog-skills. He doesn’t know how to behave or play other dogs. That huge bust-up with BeAnne last week has left me very cautious (I am still having problems forgiving him) and I am not sure what makes him tick. Despite this, Celt was no saint at that age. Many a bottle of whisky was despatched for his indiscretions but of course we have conveniently forgotten this as we remember him with a fixed halo.
I am still waiting for my Leica to come back from Germany so had to make do with this little ipod camera. I tried to take, what my children call, a selfie.
It is beginning to cloud over now. There is a storm on its way that will hit us early tomorrow morning.
Here are some gratuitous photos of the Shetland ponies, just in case you need your fix….. I do miss them desperately. I miss the giggling and wicked sense of humour. Icelandic horses can be rather serious sometimes.