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Out of Sorts

I woke up late. I never wake up late. But, apparently, my alarm didn’t make a sound (always set on phone and has been acting funny) but the radio came on (my belt and braces) and I didn’t hear that either. Too fast asleep.

So I went out 45 minutes late to some very disgruntled animals who were near death due to a late breakfast. Luckily they rallied and will live to see another day.

I know this because I went back later armed with a bucketful of tubes of wormer and wormed everyone (and possibly myself, when biting off the tops of the tubes – that stuff tastes disgusting. I can vouch for that.)

I also took my very useful weights and measurements chart, though it was a rather out-of-date one despite having a newer one which I never looked for – odd. I tell myself that as I always over-estimate wormer, so hopefully I will have given them enough. I was not at my best today, thinking-wise.

And the rest of my day has been spent making a hash of everything I went near. There are some days I honestly wonder why I am on this planet. It’s a complete mystery to me. Maybe changing our broadband and the resulting rearrangement of everything has discombobulated me. I feel very out of sorts today.

A Change of Scenery

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I had a change of scenery today. No going through photos and making sheep for me.

Obviously, I had to do all my morning chores first.

But, as I had lots to do, I decided to go without breakfast and drove off. I also didn’t take Pepper. Too much like hard work.

But I did remember my shopping list – ✅ (as well as photographing it in case I lost the original!)

And off I went to Lerwick to meet up with a friend who was having her car windscreen sorted.

We did some Christmas shopping – I know, I know, I am very early but I like to work like this, chipping away in little bits rather than one huge shock to the system.

I can’t say I was in a very festive mood and the shop windows were still in autumn bonfire/Halloween mood. Great knitted pumpkins, though.

More of my felted sheep were needed at Jamieson’s, so I dropped off a bag and rearranged their field as well. Apparently there’s a cruise ship in tomorrow so hopefully some of these little chaps will find new homes.

And then my friend and I went to Pete’s Café for lunch. Yum. It was very good and very welcome. I was hungry by then (no breakfast, remember).

I managed to do all my messages and even bought a few stocking fillers and one Christmas present.

Suddenly a switch flipped in my head and I realised I was suddenly fed up with “city life”, and wanted to get home.

I drove home to take up my usual late afternoon chores – poo pick, hens and ducks to bed, sheep coming home.

I love the thought of going to town and then suddenly I don’t and I want to be at home.

Old Photos – Scenery

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Today I went through over 1,000 photos this morning. It seems I have taken a lot of photos – in fact, I still do – and every so often there’s a good ‘un.

This is all from 2013.

Shetland

OH taking Jack on a lead down our track with BeAnne for company.

The view from the bottom of our track, where it meets the road

Sunset over the sea.

St Andrews and its environs

A gate at St Andrews, Scotland

Then back to Shetland – some black and whites with my old camera which sadly died a few years ago. I am feeling very nostalgic for that camera today. It was a very good one. I might have a shot at trying to resurrect it but I have a feeling it may be past working.

I think I was quite a good photographer in my time. i definitely had my moments

View from Heylor of Ronas Hill

BeAnne, Celt, Jack and Wu

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I think these photos come from 2009 – 2013. So many memories and actually, you know what, I am happy to see them all again. I’ve stopped being sad about the past. They are all still in my heart.

So, in this blog I must introduce to you….

Celt – a lurcher whose ancestry went back to Brian Plummer’s Merle. A renowned and respected lurcher breeder.

A dear gentle dog who was beautiful to watch in action.

Then there was Jack(et Potato), a stray from possibly Ireland – a Patterdale of course – who was described to us as “very vocal” and had an iron-like grip on all toys. He was a sturdy little chap who resembled a black pig when he was wandering off over the horizon, which was often.

Then there was Wussums, or Wu for short. Another rescue from Shetland’s Cats Protection League. Wu was very much an outside cat. He liked being part of the family.

And lastly and by no means leastly….. BeAnne Duvet Soufflé Princess Chantelle Shaznay. My precious love.

She was always by my side, unless she had somewhere else to visit.

She was a determined little girl who always made her own decisions. We all just followed along hopefully.

Another one who liked to come too.

And, yes, this photo has Daisy riding Iacs accompanied by BeAnne and Wu, who walked with us.

BeAnne and Wu were good friends.

As in, Wu enjoyed chasing BeAnne.

BeAnne’s passion was riding. She loved it and went out on horseback regularly. She had very good balance and could walk and trot with ease.

Look at that little face of happiness.

It was a very good way to train a pony or horse to be ridden because we would start them with BeAnne on their back and they became so used to BeAnne that by the time they got a human rider, they didn’t honestly mind or notice!

(this is BeAnne backing and riding our stallion)

Lovely old memories.

Lambie and Bert Baby pics

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This winter, I have the unenviable task of going through all my digital photographs as my hard disk is full and my computer is full. I will admit that I have been putting this job off for about ten years but the time has come and it must be done.

Yes, there are lots of photos to throw away, but there are also a few to keep too. Amongst everything for 2015, I found Lambie and Bert’s old baby photos.

This is Lambie, probably a few days’ old. He is still dirty. He loved the open oven door.

Heat from anywhere was always welcome.

This is Lambie and his “Mum”, my darling BeAnne. It has been very strange seeing photos of her. I struggle and still can barely say her name out loud.