Everyone looks revolting these day. It’s that time of year when the horses and ponies are shedding their winter coats but I refuse to brush anyone because a) that’s too much like hard work and b) winter may well return and they will thank me.  The forecast is a harsh north wind and 5℃ at the weekend.  Told you so and oh yes, they will thank me for my indolence on the brushing front.

After their breakfast, Dahlia and Gussie also followed me down to where I was feeding the old horses and ponies.

After I sent Daisy her daily photo of Iacs, she asked where Gussie was, so I replied “he is tipping over buckets”.

Ever the class clown.

And suddenly Gussie has changed. He is no longer the sweet little lamb that sat on my feet and I brought home along with his mother.

These are his teenage years and he has quickly become a thug, tripping me up if he can in the pursuit of food.

Pepper is now off house-arrest due to her poorly paw and is allowed to come with me on my crofting duties, or on dog-walks but only on a lead.  She is making up for lost eating/clearing up time but I am glad she is getting better.