As you may remember that as I had visitors (daughter – Floss and her boyfriend), I made a long list of things-to-be-done-before-winter-arrives.

This included cleaning and sorting out the stable – look at that floor. Not one speck of anything.

There was a massive amount of sorting done here.

Clean new bedding was laid down ready for 7-9 sheep to live in during the winter months.  No more smelling like a Gents lav, thank you.

All the old wood lying around in the field was cleared up and taken away.

Then we set out and built a winter track system for the Shetland ponies.

The big shed was reorganised and laid out in a slightly new formation.  The hurdles were unhelpful.

And all things useful in winter were put in an easily reachable place.

This five acre field – Clothie – had all the rogue hill-sheep removed (by Pepper) and the gaps in the fence, where they get in, have been blocked.  The hill sheep are now wandering around outwith the field looking for their old places to get back in. No more (fingers crossed), I hope. Winter grazing is precious.

The filthy pond was cleaned out and fresh water put in.  It was green sludge before. We now have happy ducks.

So that’s what my helpers and I achieved for the past week.  We slogged every morning ticking something off my list and now I feel we can go into winter a bit easier.  A huge thank you to Floss and Nay.  Your hard work was hugely appreciated.  They have gone  back home now for a rest!

Do you know it’s been just over one year since Dahlia and Gussie came into my life?

And I’m very pleased they are here.

Both have taken easily to their new life here.  Gussie is a big boy now, bigger than Dahlia and has come out of his shell, but only if there is food around.  Food is his main aim in life. He loves food, Gussie does.

One of the nicest things about having these two here, is their relationship with the horses and ponies they share their field with.  The other sheep have never gotten on with anything equine – possibly due to the Shetland ponies chasing Lambie around the field with intent to stamp on him when he was tiny.  He has never forgiven or forgotten that. I don’t blame him.  It was horrible and very scary. Ever the victim. I had to run over to scoop him up before they got him.

But you can see the actual conversation between Kolka and Dahlia that took place this morning.

Kolka:  Bloody kids, eh?

Dahlia:  Yeah!  Bloody kids…… *** sigh ***

They have a point.  Bloody kid (but a sweet one with a lovely smile). ❤️

Last night I looked out of the bathroom window (after my nightly shower) and saw the faint glow of the Northern Lights or the Merrie Dancers, as they are called here.

But as they didn’t look very promising, I went to bed to lie on my acupressure mat for a while.

Then I saw on Facebook a friend posting photos of the aurora from his house and I also received a message from another friend saying they were out, so I hum’ed and haw’ed and decided to get up to see if it had improved around us.

Outside a good show was going on.  So, I stood there in my dressing gown and slippers possibly in the compost heap (a good vantage point) taking endless photos.  It was definitely worth it.

The aurora was changing all the time – in colour and in shape and I think I was beginning to see faces….. which was worrying.

Definitely faces. I see them.

It was looking strong from the left but the big shed was blocking me so I took myself to other side of the house which has a lower horizon to see if I could find better. Success!  It was in ribbons.

I nearly tripped up over ‘Ster who was sitting on the track peacefully chewing his cud.  I apologised to him and turned my torch on a bit higher while I walked trying to avoid any other sheep.  I definitely saw Lambie. He ignored me as usual.

And when anyone asks me why I live in Shetland, I shall show them this photo.  This is why, I will tell them.  This is my perfect place.

(I got to bed just after midnight)

Once every few years I go to the Shetland Museum in Lerwick.  It is an excellent place to a) show visitors the history of Shetland and b) spend a few hours wandering around looking at the exhibits.

Vaila Mae is a replica of the nineteenth century Shetland sixareen Industry LK718

(forgive me if my narrative now looks like the contents of Wikipedia, because it most probably is and I have the brain of a hen!)

The historic displays start outside just next to where I park the car – this is one of the propeller blades from the RMS Oceanic – a transatlantic ocean liner built for the White Star Line (same time as RMS Titanic).  Salvaged from the sea between Mid Walls (end of my track) and Foula on “Da Shaalds o’ Foula” (hazardous underwater reef) where the ship was wrecked in 1914.

Laura Kay LK36, a traditional fishing boat designed and built in Shetland around 2008

Stourbrough Hill is the hill behind our house. I see it every day.  To think those beautiful ceremonial knives were found there! Incredible.

Stourbrough knife hoard, composed of 19 knives, each placed upright and bookended by sandstone blocks. The hoard was found in eroding peat near the summit of a hill.

St Ninian’s Isle Treasure – a hoard of Pictish silverware buried for centuries until the 1950s. It is the best example of surviving silver metalwork from the early medieval period in Scotland.

The Monk Stone – a Pictish altar, with carvings of Christian missionaries

Loom weights

Shetland’s oldest surviving document – 1299 AD – A record of a legal case concerning allegations of corruption by a local woman, Ragnhild Simunsdatter, against the Duke’s representative.

Reconstruction of a Shetland home from around 1750

Sixareen boat – clinker-built, they were crewed by six men who manned a single oar; giving them the name ‘sixareen’. These boats also had a square sail which would be used if the wind was blowing in the right direction.

“Rivals in the North” – (Edmund Miller) – commemorating the first air service to Shetland.

Ship’s bell from the Avanti Savoia, a steel barque built 1890 in Genoa, Italy.

The ever-famous Fair Isle knitwear.

And amazing fine knitted lace shawls.

Model of “the Swan” – The Fifie Swan LK 243 launched 1900. Still going strong and much loved by everyone.

The westside of the main island is sometimes referred to as “the sunny Westside”, obviously said smugly by those who live there.

As we have a visitor, we are showing him the island – well, as much as I can drive around.

Yesterday it was the sunny Westside’s turn.

So, here we are on the road to West Burrafirth – a favourite drive – looking east towards the wind farm that sits on the hills doing very little.  They are mostly kept switched off until the infrastructure is ready for them in Scotland.  ‘Nuff said.

Sulma Water

After West Burrafirth, we drove over to Silwick to see the Westerwick coastal cliffs.

Then down through Skeld, past the marina.

And for a walk on Reawick beach with its distinctive red-coloured sand.

We had the beach almost to ourselves, which was lovely.

With weather and scenery like this, it don’t get much better in my book.