The weather changed.  I can attest to that as I stood in the pouring rain with Pepper watching the horses and ponies eat feeling wet and miserable.  I do wonder why I do this.  Could someone remind me, please.

It hasn’t rained in Shetland for a month and I was beginning to get used to a dry existence.  It was a lovely change. The mud had dried up everywhere and I had put much of my winter wardrobe into storage.

Stupid, stupid me.  As I write, I am looking at three coats, three pairs of over-trousers and varied shirts and jeans drying in the kitchen.  I have officially run out of dry or clean clothes.

The old ladies took the little shed but actually didn’t stay there very long.   They had gone by the time I went round to muck out.

This lot had taken up residence in their container (with haynets) but came out when they spied me doing the Sunday extension of their track.

It was a case of weather vs. new grass.  The new grass won, of course and they came cantering round to eat.

I spent my afternoon in my shed adding to the collection, ready to go to Jamieson’s Knitwear, in Lerwick.

And, as ever, I had a friend.  Wherever I’ve gone, Pepper has come too. She is not deterred by bad weather because it is her job to be with me.