Flossie and I are on the boat going south tonight to Aberdeen.

At the beginning of the week, I received in the post an appointment for a “second assessment” from Aberdeen Royal Infirmary Breast Screening Department.  The original scan was unclear or inconclusive – I forget which.

Patient Travel booked me a cabin there and back so I decided to take Flossie with me for moral support (and a shopping trip, if there is time). I have paid separately for her to accompany me.  We have a list from OH and Daisy too.

Anyway, I refuse to be worried. I probably coughed or something during the original scan and things are a blur. Better safe than sorry.  I shall go to the hospital appointment and then we shop til we drop (that, or make base camp at a local Aberdonian Asian supermarket with adjacent restaurant).

We come home on tomorrow night’s boat.  Think of me and think of Flossie carrying the shopping. I am determined all is well. It is out of my hands.

We should’ve brought one of these!

The weather is being kind. The rain that is on the horizon has lessened, along with the much-feared thunder storm.  BeAnne (and I) hate them.

Everyone is making the most of the calm before the rain.

The Boyzenberries are on good form.

They are all relieved to have lost the weight of their fleeces and are much nicer for it.

Even Lambie has managed to get over himself which is a huge relief all round.

These days, the Boyzenberries come and go, sometimes “escaping” to the hill when they want to. They are fascinated by the little lambs and try to talk to them if they can or their Mums let them. However, they don’t stay for long or go very far and always come running home when I call them.

I have stopped feeding sheep mix for obvious reasons but they all have a daily dose of their TurmerAid.  It does them the world of good.

And so we were sitting outside with the sheep, when Monster appeared and decided to stalk us.

Silly boy.

Always so very busy.

He is one very photogenic cattie.

(We don’t really have butterflies much – a helicopter flew over!)

All is going along well here.  We are enjoying our Shetland summer.

Saturday night/Sunday morning is looking a tad wet so we moved everyone into better (higher) fields.

My priorities are mother and daughter, Hetja and Moonpie.  With Taktur and his sons (plus friend) safely in the stable to prevent any potential distractions and/or trouble, we led Hetja (Moonpie at foot), Brá and Lilja over to Clothie.  It is a nice high field with no stream to flood.  They will can stay there for a while now.

Next we opened the gate and shouted for the old men – Klaengur, Iacs, Haakon and Kappi to go through to their adjacent field.  Then the potentially wicked boys joined them.  Taktur went into the field shouting to his mares that at last he had arrived and tried to jump on a chestnut horse (in the hope it was Hetja) only to find out it was Kappi so he ran up and down the fence for a while looking for his lady loves.

No one else noticed that there might have been ladies present.

I think Taktur was quite disappointed.

But there were some good impressions of the Lloyds Bank horse for a while.

He gave up and lost interest.

We opened up the little ones’ field too so they can stuff themselves in the torrential rain.

Nice flowers, though. I hope they make it through the next few days.

Moonpie (yes, I know we should be thinking about proper posh names, but she is still Moonpie and if you say “nummy, nummy”, she comes over!) is looking very nice.

We are still struggling over the name.  I think something like Trouble or Intrepid in Icelandic would be a good as she managed to somehow get into the next door field leaving Hetja running up and down hysterical with worry.

It was a three-woman job – Floss looking after Lilja, me catching Hetja to lead her along the fence, over a stream and up a hill to the gate while Daisy pushed Moonpie along to follow.  When we reached the stream, Moonpie threw herself in and struggled up the bank on the otherside. They were all successfully reunited and Hetja took Moonpie away. Funnily they haven’t been near that fence again!

This will be Moonpie’s Thordale Stud website photo when we find a good name.

Hetja adores her new little girl – she is the best Mum.

Today Floss said she hadn’t really had a chance to talk to Moonpie because Lilja gets so jealous.

So I stayed with Lilja while Floss introduced herself.

It didn’t take long.

And there is nothing better than the first kiss.

Best kiss ever in my book.

And then, being a Thordale horse, Moonpie went straight for the hat.  Everyone is always obssessed with the hat.

I love these photos.

We swapped over so I could take some more photos.

Lilja needs lots of reassurance that we all still love her very much.  Jealousy is a green animal and someone is very Kermit-coloured these days.

Little Moonpie is desperate to meet her sister.

Although Hetja will have none of it, she minds less.

I reckon it won’t be long before the two sisters meet up and then look out world!

There is a lot of hot racking (hot bedding/hot bunking) in our house.  Obviously Monster sleeps wherever he decides (he is like a 1930’s film star).

BeAnne obviously has her own bed in my shed but feeling bad for Lambie, I brought in a big comfy bed, which she quickly snaffled.  BeAnne particularly likes other people’s beds.

Lambie was quite sad about this but as he had kicked it around the room first, he couldn’t really blame Her Maj when she said she wanted it.

Lambie understands the rules – snooze and you lose or, in this case, snooze and you win!

He did get the bed later on and I felt it was a success and a good decision.

And this is Lambie’s outside bed/favourite spot.  In the dockens.

I laughed when I saw just his head peaking out.

After the Battle of the Beds , I decided to take Haakon for a walk shouting behind me as I went “anyone could come too” so the Boyzens accompanied us and BeAnne came half way, turned around and went home.

I heard her muttering something about standards and not being seen dead!

Although it seem to be winter again, it was a nice, if breezy walk. I think Haakon enjoyed it too.  Always nice to go out.

The sheep were giggling together at the back having been diverted by some ewes with their lambs.  They ran after us trying to keep up.

So now we’re home and as I type, Lambie has decided he now hates his new bed.  I give up.  There’s no pleasing some sheep!