We’ve had a terrific storm these past few days. The vile weather has been unceasing but at lunchtime today it finally stopped and we all breathed a huge sigh of relief.  We had one casualty – an old wooden garden table is now in its component parts.

I haven’t seen the sheep since my return.  They had galloped off into the hill last week.

So, armed with a visual pink bucket I trudged off into the open hill and was very quickly found by Lambie.

I also brought ginger nuts.

Lambie was happy.  He had his mum (and his bucket) back.

I could not see ‘Bert or ‘Ster anywhere so Lambie and I went further into the scattald to look for them.

Eventually I spied the boys watching me from a great distance.  They had no intention of coming home so I waved my secret weapon – the ginger biccies – and they quickly hurried over.

We walked back to the furthest gate that opens back into my land and I lured them in.

We then walked through my fields –  they all followed rather contritely.

When we got home, I fed everyone their missed breakfast – only one – they ‘re not having a week’s worth off me for leaving home.

Then the whole lot, to a sheep, went and stood by the front gate to go back out into the hill again.  At that stage, now in a fury, I put them into the only field they can’t escape from, now known as “Alcatraz”. The Boyzenberries can think on about their behaviour and I must work out a Cunning Plan to stop them doing this again.  The rams are in the hill and hormones are flying around so that is why my lot want to be out too.

My only consolation is that they came home with lovely hill decorations on their wool.

(I am secretly glad to have my Boyzenberries home).

The routine now involves driving over the hill to Leradale to check everyone living there.

Always, without fail, Lilja appears out of nowhere and follows me (or whoever is doing the checking) around.

She accompanies me down the hill to the Minion field, usually walking behind hopping and skipping to herself but never intimidating or mean (I hate that).  I can almost hear her singing little songs to herself as she goes.

I think Lilja splits her day – half spent with the Minions and half with the “grown-ups”, ie her Mum and her boring fat friend.

I did think about letting Lilja back in with her Minions but she would get less food and that is not good for a growing young lady.

And so, once I have dished out the hugs and kisses to every Minion as fairly and squarely as I can, I walk back up the hill with Lilja, again, following like a well-trained hound (which is something I can only dream of as Her Maj favours, at this stage, the sit-down-strike and I have to pick her up and lug her to the car.  A teacup dog, BeAnne is not.)

A cursory glance from the grown-ups who barely register my extremely caring existence.

A kiss goodbye to Lilja who is now begging to come home with me.  She really is a people-person.

And off I drive back to the boy herd who live in the fields at Thordale.

I do wish Lilja could come back home but it is just not logistically possible at the moment.

I do love my little pest.  She is a very special little horse.

This evening we put up the Christmas tree, after a lovely lunch out with friends.  This is Monster’s first Christmas with us and it was interesting to see what he would think of all the new-to-him decorations.

Monster was a bit unsure about all the boxes coming out from under the stairs plus the arrival of a tall green “tree”.  No one likes change in this house.  We are all creatures of habit.

BeAnne wandered about getting in everyone’s way, like she does.  She was just irritated that all the attention wasn’t on her.

Monster is very much a family cat – always around and always hungry.  He likes to be with us.

But this evening he was fairly nonplussed and left.

Once we had finished the tree construction and decoration, Monster returned and realised what Christmas is all about.

Basically it is for exploring the tree and understanding that every ball is for trying to knock off.  It is a cat thing.  Last year Wu got to the top!

We will have a sweepstake on how long this tree lasts upright.

Me? I give it 24 hours!

We have many days of storms/gales ahead now so today, in a brief lull, I went out with my “sleigh” for the last trudge around the shops before Christmas.

I was my own – family left behind with various chores needing doing – and I spent a lovely afternoon wandering around looking at the Christmas windows on the street.

Many of the shops had made a huge effort and it really helped me get into the Christmas mood, which I will admit I am severely lacking this year.

My girls are still featuring.  Always good to see.

When I came out of a shop, someone had turned on the lights.

Ok, they are a bit of a curate’s egg but the Norwegian Christmas tree at the Market Cross looked lovely.

So that’s me.  I’m done with shopping. I bought locally as much as possible and tried to support  independent traders.

Bring it on. I’m ready (sort of).

Now for the wrapping marathon.

We were all out first thing.  Now I was home, I wanted to make an executive decision about moving all the Shetland ponies, albeit two weeks early, to their winter field.

We moved them three at a time.  This was the first batch – Silver, Tiddles and Storm.

We had previously put the three girls in a small “haypark” while we trudged through their field with a variety of Shetland ponies.  Hetja is not a fan of things-Shetland so keeping her away was to make all our lives easier.

We also had to install a new gate.  There was help.

The next three to move were Albie, Newt and Waffle.

Lilja was thrilled to see her old friends.  I do sometimes wonder whether she would be happier with them rather than living with the stodgy Icelandic ladies.

And lastly, were Vitamin and Fivla who were worried they had been forgotten about and left behind.  They just about put on their own headcollars.

It was a long day with lots of walking but everyone caught, loaded and led impeccably which makes everything easier. No messing.

I think everyone breathed a huge sigh of relief to be together.

We kept going while it was still light and while were in a moving frame of mind we moved the home herd to a better field too.

We caught Taktur, Kappi and Haakon (perhaps the ring-leaders) and led them while I pushed the stragglers on.

So that was that.  Nineteen horses and ponies moved.  Cup of tea?  Don’t mind if I do. A job well done.