It was such a nice day, yesterday, that I took a camera with me when I went to check on the two herds of horses and ponies that live away from home.
Leradale is left alone for half the year so it can become the perfect grazing for the Icelandic lady herd and the Minion herd in the winter months. I don’t worry about them and wandering around Leradale in the Shetland winter sunshine is a lovely way to spend the afternoon.
In the upper field, where the Icelandic ladies are, is an old derelict crofthouse.
I would truly love to live here – the house obviously needs doing up but it is a secret dream of mine. One day.
After doing the necessary checks, hugging and dishing out of carrots, BeAnne and I set off for our walk around the croft. It is always good to check the boundaries.
I feel truly happy and relaxed when I am at Leradale. It feels like home.
I try to imagine how the Neolithic folk lived, what they did and how they felt. You can feel their existence, like they are on the edge of your eyesight, if that makes sense.
Nothing had been disturbed. Everything was still the same.
As BeAnne and I wended our way back to the car, the Shetlands spotted us.
As did Lilja.
The Gods smiled when I bought Leradale. It is my happy place.