It’s that time of year when the sky just looks beautiful no matter the weather.
This is the view over Sung loch at the bottom of our track where it meets the single track road (A971), a public highway.
And this is one of the many views of Foula that I see when I drive over to check on the Minions….
…. who are doing very well, thank you for asking. There are eight of them (I’ve just counted).
And the view on the way home. Not bad really. I can’t complain.
It has been threatening rain all day but I find that the actual weather forecast has been lying through it’s teeth and but, despite some intimidating dark clouds, it never rained.
I hate days like this because I specifically got up early this morning to put a waterproof rug on Haakon. I wonder if the weather forecasters actually know where Shetland is. And then of course there is that old saying “be careful what you wish for”.
This afternoon has been spent in my shed writing out the next instalment – 1894 -Brussels – Help needed with this diary entry, pretty please.
But as an incentive, Kate learns to ride and I think it might be sidesaddle judging by her sketch.