Category Archives: Something different

Stanevatstoe Loch

Still Fighting with the Blog

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I am feeling a bit down today.  It is a mixture of things – the cold is in my bones, going through old photos has made me sad and I am still fighting with my blog settings (tag clouds etc). All just little stuff really in the grand scheme but still, they get to me.

But today I mastered the art of those social media follow me link things – I have no idea of the correct lingo, sorry but please see top right of page and there they are.  So, please follow me.

I also need more links on this blog so if you have a link, give me a shout (thordale144@gmail.com) and I will do my best, after a lot of effort, to add it.  Don’t feel bad about the strenuous effort it will take.  This is entirely due to my lack of ability to remember how to do any of this.  I have the brain of a hen.

Anyway, here are some photos that I can just about bear to put up from around 2020 and I will  go back to the nuts and bolts of this blog.

My darling BeAnne

Ominous weather looking over to Foula

View of Mum’s house in the Autumn

Lambie

Daisy hugging ‘Ster with a disgruntled/jealous BeAnne at her feet

“Corbie” (raven)

Icelandic horse foal – Hjalti

From left to right – Hjalti, Efstur, Taktur, Kappi, Klaengur and Dreki (I think but I could be wrong)

Her Maj looking perky

Over the Hills

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Today has been a day of yuck (rain with a cold north wind) so I have dug out my photos from a dog-walk we all went on a few days’ back when it wasn’t raining and the sun was trying to appear.

I originally thought it was just the dogs and myself but there was yowling and Monster appeared.  He is quite difficult to miss, while the dogs are exactly the same colour as their background.  I couldn’t be bothered to put on their hi-viz coats.

But I don’t mind Monster coming along too if he promises to keep up. I am not standing around waiting.

And he did, albeit he shouted his head off.

Quite the great white hunter!

We went a good way too – over to Clothie, my five acre croft that is a good walk across the open grazing that is the hill, and back home.

When I told OH about our morning walk, he said rather dismally “Monster never comes out with me!”  I looked smug.

 

To the Clickimin Craft Fair 2025

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My Saturday afternoon is usually spent playing flute duets with Mandy so we went to the Clickimin Craft Fair instead, which is another of our annual traditions. We both like a good craft fair, we do.

Although nicely busy, we wandered easily around looking at all stalls.  I did some Christmas shopping, took photographs, saw old friends and generally had a very good time. I had to keep reminding myself I was buying for friends and family and not myself.

I am a bit craft fair’ed out now, read exhausted, so I think I will just leave all these photos here and you can enjoy the craft fair too.

And what I take away from going today, apart from buying Lovely Things, is that the amount of creative talent in Shetland is absolutely outstanding. For such a small place, there is a wealth of innovation and artistry.

Buy local is my Christmas motto (and also I need a cup of tea, please!)

   

Out of Sorts

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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.