I have swithered all morning.  The weather is disintegrating and I don’t know what to do for the best.

Question:  Do I get them all in for the night while the weather rages?
Answer:  I just don’t know.

Pros:  I would worry less and could sleep well knowing they were safe and warm inside.
Cons:  The Icelandics are not fans of coming in – they stress and want out immediately, which could easily lead to colic.  They are also not very good at eating hay, especially Kolka – teeth, or lack thereof.

So I went down to see the horses to find out just how windy it was in the valley with the dry-stone walls.

They had been having their mid-morning rest but the sight of me possibly carrying carrots was enough to spark their interest.

I threw my carrots and spent a good few minutes crouching behind the walls to see just how windy it actually was.

Verdict:  Not that bad, actually.

So I decided that, when I put the old ladies to bed at 3.30 p.m., I would call them and if they came running up the hill because they were fed up, then they could go into the school for the night.

Meanwhile, in Container Land, the old ladies were out with the others – Albie is back inside as he is actually a hippo and needs to slim down.  Anyway, the containers give good shelter both inside and out and we moved the hayboxes to a wind-proof area and filled the container with new bedding.  Fivla and Vitamin jogged into the shed at 3.30 p.m.

And, yes, I shouted for the Icelandics and they all looked at me and said “no, thanks” so now I have a sleepless night worrying while I listen to the wind and rain.  Why not rug them, I hear you say?  Because rugs in a F10/11 can lead to disaster.  They’ve made their choice.

I brought the Ancient Icelandics home today, just before breakfast which gave them the focus to go home and not head off into the hills. I led Haakon and Iacs while Kolka dutifully followed.

We are due some weather – a long storm – so it makes sense to have them close by and if they want to go inside, it is easy enough (in a F10 – pah!) to tell them to come up the hill to the shed.

(the wind is in mph and, if you can’t read it, gusting up to 64 mph)

I cant tell you just how many times I’ve looked at the website to see if the storm will change it’s mind or it’s course and be slightly less fierce.  I am not looking forwards to this.

So my morning was spent closing gates properly and shutting up sheds so we get away, hopefully, damage free.

I will try and get everyone outside as normal, even if only for a few hours, while Tiddles and Storm will remain inside.

Anyway, the Icelandics have a big valley and lots of high walls which makes for good shelter.

I popped down to check they were settling in.

They are.

If they ask to come home, then obviously I will let them up but I think this lot may be better off just weathering it out.

It’s not like anyone is thin, is it?

My morning muck-heap/sunrise view at 08.00 this morning.

Possibly an omen or a message from the Heavens…..

I decided that Albie could go out and join the others on the scrappy grass pasture they are allowed for daylight hours (8 – 3).

He’s moving much better now and back to his “normal” self.

And was very happy to be out of his prison.

Sadly, Tiddles and Storm were less lucky.  Storm is not well at all.  He struggles to walk on the hard-standing surrounding the containers, so I led him and Tiddles back into the school, whereupon they walked almost normally and showed no signs of difficulty.

The blood results came back, though, and he has confirmed EMS – Equine Metabolic Syndrome.  To be honest, I think they all have it.  The treatment from the vet was for Storm to “LOSE WEIGHT!“. Soaked hay and not much else then.

But I am glad one more is back to normal, well as normal as Albie will ever get.

Oh yes, and Newt got separated from the herd when they went out and had a bijoux panic attack trying to find them.  He reminded me of a baked bean being shot out of a cannon as he galloped off to find them.

My Covid and flu vaccinations passed me by. I stupidly missed my appointment and so had to grovel and make another, which this time was in town and much further away than the original.

So after morning chores, I had a quick breakfast and told Monster we would not have our usual morning conversation over the breakfast table – he was not impressed – and I rushed off to town.

I drove off knowing everyone was where they should be and they all had everything they wanted (well, mostly).

I am not a huge fan of injections but I know it is important that I have it done. Covid is rife and I really do not ever want flu again.  I had it once and it wiped me out.  The test of flu, by the way, is if there is a £50 note in the garden, would you be able to go and get it.  If you couldn’t, then you definitely have flu.  If you could, then it’s a cold so get over yourself!

After, I bought every bag of horse food I could find and a round bale of hay because apparently there is snow and a storm is looming at the end of the week.  I am not looking forward to that but want to be prepared.

Home and someone was resentful I hadn’t taken her!  I have a stonking headache now, which I was warned might happen. Meh.

The sunrise this morning.  It was very strange and a bit eerie.

Breakfast (porridge, thank you for asking) with the usual Monster.

Later, out with the dogs to check on the Ancients – I threw them carrots and tried to feel for ribs.  Nope. Fail.  No such thing as ribs here.

Then over the fields to find Gussie and Dahlia, who came running up, which is always gratifying.  I sat on a rock and chatted to Gus telling him his first fleece will be beautiful. Those little curls are divine. I could’ve stayed there all day just hugging him while he wagged his tail.

Dahlia chewed her cud in the sunshine.

Pepper plopped herself down too.  I have no idea what she was watching for.  Possibly postie.

Then into the container paddock to muck out….. with help from Tiddles.

He was having a quiet time with Storm in the container.

I was also “helped” by Albie all the way around the small paddock.   Every time I picked up poo, I had to kiss his nose.  I think it is the Law.

I gave the ponies their after-lunch haynet and left them munching.

And then into my shed to make a sheep.  It was not very warm, so I switched on the fire and felt absolutely no benefit from it. Not even slight hint of warmth.

Not a very exciting day because I don’t want any excitement in my life, ever.  Just routine.  I can cope with that.