These days, now I am “a crafter” (splutters), I spend many hours in my little shed creating my felted creations. I have orders and I like them finished and in the post as quickly as possible.  While I work, I look out on the best view, though perhaps not the best weather today.

The neighbours are ok, a bit nosey but we rub along.  However, I wish they would stop trying to butt the door down.

Lambie is still unsure about coming in (roll on summer then) but his Winning Smile always melts my heart.

When the rain stopped and, as I had been in my shed for a few hours, I went for a walk taking anyone who would come too. I needed to stretch my legs and walking is good for my back.

It is always good to have someone to go with even they are woolly and smell faintly of pee (*** cough *** Lambie *** cough ***)

Knowing Haakon is feeling better makes me think we may have turned a corner but I say this with everything, and I mean everything, crossed.

Now Iacs and Haakon are back outside again during the daytime, we are not safe in our own house.

Haakon is an old hoof at opening doors.  He knows his way around many a front and back door snib.

Before we had fences and a garden, he used to rattle the backdoor handle and stand with a friend asking for the contents of the biscuit tin.

These days, Haakon just goes for the more direct approach.

However, there was a small turf war going on when Haakon accused Iacs of queering his pitch.

It quickly dissipated and the boys soon decided to work together in this case because two enchanting faces are better than one if that biscuit tin is ever going to see the light of day.

I tried to escape the harrassment but was followed.

They all know where I live!

The weather has been a bit all or nothing today.  Sometimes it looks like Armageddon and of course we got caught in that vile shower of hail when we drove over to visit the Minions and pregnant ladies.

I am currently going through the traditional phase of wondering whether Hetja is actually pregnant.  I did this when she was about to give birth to Hjalti aand I guess the only way we will find out is if there is an extra horse in the field in a couple of months’ time!

When I asked Daisy for her expert opinion, she replied “well, if she isn’t, she is going on the mother of all diets!”  She pretty well summed up the situation.

And Brá, without a shadow of doubt, is giving birth to a heffalump.  She is professionally pregnant at me.

There is not doubt we will hear the patter of tiny hooves with her.

Meanwhile, I have spent the rest of the day redesigning this website/blog/thingy.

You may notice there are two extra pages on the top line.

Firstly, there is the Minion Story – A page devoted to how I came upon my Minions – a brief résumé, if you will, of how they ended up with me.

Secondly, a page for my new felted creations which I have called Heart❤️Felt (I love the name and thank you to the person who thought of it – truly inspired).

So, there you go.  Please read everything and inwardly digest – there will be a test later.

The wind has been blowing non-stop since last night.  It is a tad feisty out and, before I went out with my big camera to take photos of the waves at our nearby beach, I found Lambie resting in the lee of the big shed.

He has a lovely bottom.

And a pretty good front end too!

This is his “filmstar” face.  He could be the new James Bond (caveat:  I may have had gin).

I took this photo of my archnemesis, our cockeral, who regularly attacks me. He is horrid, devious, ferocious and on Death Row.  However, these days I am usually armed with an old badminton racket and not afraid to use it.  Anyway, he was looking particularly derpy from the wind floofing up his feathers.  He knew I had taken this photo.  You can tell by the look in his eye.

Out and about now and Lilja was looking lovely, if windswept.

She had read in Cosmo Girl that mud is good for your complexion.

She is a professional teenager at the moment which can be very hard work.

Onwards to Dale Beach which has the best waves in a west south-west gale.

It was fairly impressive.  I took photos while the wind was blowing the waves up the cliffs and the car rocked.

Haakon and Iacs were outside for the afternoon just around the house, grazing.

This is the best sight from my desk window ever.  Haakon eating grass, walking well and looking good, complete with his fabulous hock boots – I am convinced they make a huge difference to his stiffness and general well-being.

(my windows are filthy after the gale – don’t judge me!)

My Shetland sheeples – always smiling at Muzzah.

Somebody(s) wanted to come into my shed.

Yes, you guessed it. I let Lambie in.

He didn’t stay long but, after a quick nosey, he went back outside to join his friends, eat the wood around the door and spend a few hours butting it!

Meanwhile BeAnne and I (I was needle-felting a puffin) sat inside feeling like we were under attack and about to be invaded.  Lambie likes to make his point.

Today again, I was in my shed and this was my view (tentatively a happy *** sigh ***). 

Lambie was waiting by the door.  I can see this becoming a habit.

I said “do you want to come in?” and he didn’t need asking twice.

Straight in for another look around.

He found BeAnne in her bed and that reminds me to get the bigger dog bed out for Lambie in case he wants to stay.

A quick look out of the window.

I know others don’t want a certain Lambie to come into my shed but he is my sheep and this is my shed and I don’t mind (until he pees and then I mind very much).  After his mosey around, Lambie didn’t want to settle, so I told him to rejoin his friends outside.

Come summer, I reckon this will be Lambie’s second bedroom.