Ok, perhaps not quite all together – BeAnne was absent as she can’t keep up anymore.
But Loki came along and ran alongside our horses while we went out for a lovely ride in the Shetland summer sunshine.
Daisy rode Iacs, Flossie = Klængur. I rode Haakon.
This is my idea of heaven – all of us riding.
Loki was very happy to come with us.
Everyone is in control of their own horses, allegedly.
There is a good canter track and all the horses vere off and go as fast as they want to the top.
The view at the top is stupendous.
Then down the hill, along the road and into the scattald (open hill).
We can only do this when the ground is dry enough.
The hill is special and the horses enjoy walking/trotting/tölting/cantering to the top.
Folk cut their peats.
Another view with Foula on the horizon and the peat banks.
Unfortunately, all the horses had a hissy fit at the Land Rover and trailer. Since they have lived with a Land Rover for most of their lives, apparently today was different and they refused to go past. We had to dismount, lead the horses past one at a time, and then remount.
Loki, of course, was perfectly behaved. Sheep are completely Out of Bounds and this is accepted without question or argument.
We rode down the hill, rejoined the road where we met some tourons trying to kill us (the usual – not appearing to see three horses and hi-viz as, obviously, we were invisible). If you are reading this blog and you were driving a white car on the way to Dale with two children in the back (one with headphones/gameboy combo), I hope you are ashamed. You could’ve very nearly caused a nasty accident. Next time I will photograph, name and shame. I am bored of crap ignorant drivers.
Having have our nerves severely frayed, we rode home in a relaxed fashion.
My best view, ever.
I love these rides (apart from the near-death experiences) and I treasure them too. It only took nearly 15 years to achieve my dreams coming true.