Everyone woolly is suffering in this heat – 17℃ which is hot by Shetland standards. When I returned from Turriefield, I opened their field gate and they all came galloping out looking for some shade to sit in and maybe even a breeze, out of the way of the flies and midges.

I don’t blame them. When I took these photos after lunch, I was wandering around with a midge-net on as well.  The midges, again in sheltered places, are evil.

Some of the sheep were basking in the sun and soaking up the rays.  I am sure it feels good on their old joints.

But I am not that sheep and, like Lambie, Bert and Barrel, I prefer the shade and a nice cool breeze.  This lot have been sitting there all afternoon refusing to move, all except for Barrel who raced round to eat the duck food, which he heard me putting out for the afternoon.

Pig and he has the hearing of a bat!

Meanwhile some were happily eating and socialising.

Pepper spent her afternoon under the container growling at someone/thing.  She then came inside after a good few hours of hunting to relax and cool down.

I don’t think Ted has moved from the sofa.

Meanwhile, I made sheep (the one on the far left was today’s sheep) and this lot are off to the shop tomorrow.

Onward, ever onward.  And, yes, 17℃ is considered bloomin’ hot for Shetland.