I listen to my reading public and the latest request was “More furry bums please….”
So here you are.
A perfect bum
A busy-eating bum
A windy bum
Companion bums
Side-show Bum
Are you looking at my bum?
Little and large bum
Nummy bummy
Does my bum look big?
Chrysanthemum bum
Bozz-Bozz bum
Beverybody bum
Boring bum with slight guttering
A back combed froo-froo bum
And the best Bum of them all!
Happy Mother’s Day everyone! xx
I will admit to having jumped quickly on the Polite/Police bandwagon because I believe that if anything makes a speeding driver think twice and slow down when they see a horse and rider/leader, then it is a good thing.
Today, Floss, my youngest came home so she accompanied me on my daily trudge. Ever one for hi-viz, I gave her my new Polite waiscoat and BeAnne wore her harness, with me in my usual orange jacket.
Obviously my “Polite” horse took his job very seriously. There was a thorough search….
Constant Surveillance ….
…. leading to an Arrest
The Police dog was responsible for Crowd Control and Dispersal.
What can I say? If the Police seriously think that folk are fooled by a fat hairy Icelandic horse being led or even ridden by one of their officers on a single track road in the middle of nowhere, then good luck to them.
I think we looked very smart and rather like we knew what we were doing, which makes a pleasant change!
BeAnne and Haakon – enjoy the ride!
Today’s excursion was on the road as a nice even surface is much easier for me and my ankle to walk on. The sky was blue, the wind was harsh and the ground is drying up nicely.
I chose Iacs (aka The Silly Frilly) to be my companion as he has not gone out much recently, even though he is ridden twice a week round the school.
Now, I adore Iacs, but he does have his little ways that irritate the fuck out of me and today, they came under the category of downright bad manners. His worst habit is to be wandering along and then just do a circle and go home. He has always done it, even in company, taking others with him, or on his own. When I first rode him, my neighbour actually commented that, when he looked out of his window, he never saw a straight line.
And today, Iacs’ mistake was to do it in-hand, with me, in perhaps not the most tolerant of moods.
My fuckwittery level is very low and I am sorry to say that Iacs got told what I thought about his going-hometime assumptions and words were exchanged. In return, he decided to sulk for the duration of the torture that was meant to be his treat and our bonding time by walking behind me enough of a distance to be just plain annoying.
And I sulked back and asked him to walk next to me. Iacs doesn’t do rage, he just feigns ignorance of any basic training instead. Iacs stands for I Am Completely Stupid (a little known fact).
So when a horse, namely Iacs, says he has never been trained, the rest of his walk was spent “being trained” much to his utter disgust. I found myself a half decent rider and told him to start learning.
There was nothing Iacs could do but listen now and we settled down to a tolerable walk of complete silence, hatred and loathing, while BeAnne did her best Alexander Meerkat impression (aww, bless her little cottons, she is deliciousness personified!)
I will admit that I am not very impressed with Iacs today. He was less Mr Bimble and more Mr Fuckwit.
My OH made his escape to Lerwick to do the weekly shop (again) as youngest daughter is coming home on Saturday. I think he has cabin fever so any excuse and he’s gone, leaving us all still in bed.
It takes me a while, these days, to get up and at ’em but I am usually mobile by lunchtime. I promised Jack there would be no horses and off we went on the dog walk into the fields.
I also wanted to see if we had any grass anywhere.
Everyone came along too. Yes, everyone.
A nice peaceful walk in the field and apportionment (an area of hill that has been fenced in that goes with the croft).
I did my usual photography in a gale with shaky hands fending off the animals from being in every shot.
The watery winter sun just reflects that my life is not very exciting at the moment.
The horses and ponies are fine. The wind is blowing hard so we are feeding them little and often rather than huge piles that just blow away.
When the wind stops blowing, I am planning on taking Hammy out on a walk with me. It will do him good to see the world.
There is always the yummy Bozz-Snozz – there for anyone in any crisis.
There is nothing like a bracing walk, with added windchill, to manhandle you out from the depths of despair at the lack of communication from the NHS.
(Update, the Pain Clinic have no record of my Spinal Consultant’s referral despite the letter having been written, signed and posted over a week ago. My GP is aware of this and the word URGENT has been used to replace the word EMERGENCY to see if this makes the system work any faster.)
Anywho, feeling a bit meh about my situation, I went outside to my boys.
I carefully chose my lad for my trudge companion as it was very windy and I was feeling fragile both mentally and physically – good old Haakon who was happy to come out for a chat.
Today’s walk was bracing. I decided to look at the minutiæ of the hill. I don’t know the names of what half the rocks, plants and lichens are but I see them everyday trapping the Shetland wool and I am fascinated by their patterns and colours.
Then there was man’s involvement, which you get used to seeing lying around but have no idea why or how it got there (yes, that is an insulated wire is sticking out of the ground doing nothing, hopefully!)
Listen to the attached film with the volume ON. It is not camera shake, that is a steady 27mph buffeting northerly wind.
My companions are used to my stopping and starting to take photos.
We left our mark on the hill too.
The Shetland scattald, or open hill, is a special forgotten place when you actually look at it – most just drive or ride through it with their brain shut.
Fact: We always go much faster on the way home!
