This is one of my favourite sights – walls of wild primroses (Primula vulgaris) growing either side of the burn which flows through my fields and eventually, a quarter of a mile later, down to the sea.

The primrose is called the Mayflooer in Shetland dialect, which suits these dear little flowers perfectly.

Seeing them everywhere in Shetland instantly puts a smile on my face.  Spring is finally really and truly here and it is staying (pretty please).

These past few days, it has become much warmer – my winter woollies are almost put away (I just need to wash them first) and I haven’t worn a thermal in a while.  Soon Her Maj wil have her yearly brush with a stripping comb. This photo does not do her justice.  Her fur in places is 5″ long especially around her neck – she has a lovely ruff.

Yesterday, when I was taking these pics, BeAnne took herself off for her customary dip.

She loves swimming and always insists on diving in at every occasion.  My little girl is 13 years young.

The other reason I know it is Spring is because Taktur is busy mooching about looking moody and mysterious.  He is very handsome.

Far far away is the hint of “wimmin”.

Though it is his daughter, so we don’t discuss that.

Yay, no more winter.  All gone.  We did it.

Happy 4th birthday to my darling Lambie.

Lambie was born on a horrid stormy night 4 years ago.  He was one of a twin but his sister died two days later and then later his mother.

Lambie lived with me pretty much from Day 1.

BeAnne has also been an integral part of his life too.

It has not always been plain sailing – Lambie had joint ill and couldn’t walk for many weeks but with many trips to the vet, endless antibiotics, massage and physio we got him up and running.  It was a family effort.

I know folk look at me like I am completely mad but Lambie is family and I am Lambie’s Mum.  I always will be.  We are imprinted on each other.

Lam’Bert and Lam’Ster were brought in later as company and friends to make up the Boyzenberries.

I went into their field for a birthday hug and chat.  It was wonderful. I had forgotten how much the Boyzens love sitting with me in their field.  For many months it has just been too wet but at last the ground has dried up thanks to a pretty fierce, but constant, drying Shetland wind.

So happy birthday to my darling boy.  And yes, he did have a birthday present.  Well you would, wouldn’t you?  That’s what you do with family.

We left the horses snoozing and drove to town, via the Minions whose water we had to fill up twice as Waffle insisted on putting his hooves in the buckets to splash around in.  I was not impressed and told him so.

Lerwick was its usual jolly, if empty, self.  Don’t worry, the place is heaving when the cruise ships come in.

En route shopping, I took a few photos.  These are “The Lanes” which run east and west from Hillhead to Commercial Street in the heart of Lerwick.  They are narrow little alleys that go up the hill to various houses hidden behind the Street.

I sorted out selling my wool-felted sheep in one shop and possibly my puffins in another and then, feeling cheerful and rather pleased with myself, Flossie and I went to Harry’s Department Store looking for a toy fence for my sheep field.  I want to create a point of sale shop display.

Harry’s Department Store is one of the stalwarts of Lerwick.  Set on three levels, it is crammed full of everything.  Their Toy Department is legendary in Shetland.  We have spent many happy hours (and pounds) in there so it was wonderful to return to what used to be the girls’ idea of heaven.  I would use Harry’s as the ultimate bribe for awful ordeals like the dentist and injections. In fact, we still say “I’ll take you to Harry’s” if I am looking for a bribe and twenty-odd years on, eyes still light up.  So wandering the aisles today, reminiscing over the toys that used to be wanted and yearned for was an excellent form of sport.  Nothing had changed – still the same set-up and type of toys.  It was perfect.

And this was our lunch view.  Not bad, eh?

A beautiful, if windy, day so Floss and I set out after lunch to Leradale to check the Minions and fill up their water buckets as they are all quite incapable of walking back to their old field where there is a ruddy huge lake situated.  So daily we lug containers of water and fill up buckets which they wash their heads in.  We have evidence.  And jolly hard work it is too.  Floss came to save my back and I hugely appreciated it.  Daisy was lugging horse stuff at home. Dearest daughters.

After we had done the chores, we found a less windy spot and sat down for a chat.

We were instantly surrounded and each pony in turn, except for Vitamin who has never been the huggy type, came up for a conversation.  She just stood nearby and watched.

It was wonderful being duly mauled.

Floss and I decided that if I died in the field, no one would ever find me or any evidence of my existence as the ponies would’ve eaten everything – they were endlessly chewing on my coat that I was sitting on.  I have no fillings ergo there would be no trace of me.

Perhaps not the best conversation to have while being nose to nose with a pony but it made us laugh at the thought.

Anyway, let’s hope we never have to find out.

While Floss was being extra adored, I played around with my camera settings to see if it made for better pictures.

Waffle was looking particularly wistful with the antique-esque filter.

I can’t decide which I like better.

I also made a short film – turn the sound up.

It was a perfect spring afternoon.

We had our first official Minion visitors yesterday and I must say everyone behaved beautifully.  They introduced themselves, remained calm, interested and were very chatty – the Minions, that is.

One of the perks of my job at Turriefield is being given old veg that is past its best and so in my car boot I had two huge crates of old carrots. As a reward for the good behaviour, I tipped out a good pile for the Minions to say well done and thank you.

This is Silver sniffing his lovely carrot.  Odd.

Everyone else piled in.

Today, with the last of the carrots – they needed finishing up fast and I have been distributing them around the croft for the past few days – Floss and I went to check on the Minions.

Mostly the herd were near the gate and I threw the last of the carrots down.

All except Silver and Albie who said they were stuck.  So Flossie kindly went to show them how to go round the fence, and follow her back.

Once they saw Flossie, they worked it out for themselves, cantering past her to get to the carrot pile.

Silver cantered past me but Albie suddenly stopped and waited.

He was waiting for Floss to come too.  Albie walked back with her.  Floss is Albie’s “Mum” having spent many hours his first summer taking buckets of milk to him and spending much time with him.  He adores her.  He hasn’t forgotten.  I don’t think he ever will.  I hadn’t expected him to wait for her. It was very sweet.

Don’t worry there were plenty of carrots and Albie had his fair share.

And again, Silver was being different.

So that’s the last of the carrots.  Everyone equine adored them which is just as well as there were plenty.