I woke early to see beautiful sunshine but it quickly disappeared as the haar arrived.

A haar is a cold sea fog, a sea fret that rolls in from the sea.  It’s that time of year.  We have to wait for the haar to be burnt off by the sun and probably, just a few miles down the road, everyone is sitting in glorious sunshine.

Despite no sun, the sheep were all very hot and they want to be sheared (note-to-self – ring shearer).

These past few days, I have noticed that we seem to have been adopted by a single Faroese goose.  It lives mostly with the visiting greylag geese but today it was on its’ own and in a different field.

We used to have Faroese geese many years ago.  I rather like them so if it wants to stay, that’s fine.  I told it that – I think it is a male.

My search with my camera in the fog eventually revealed some horses.

Haakon and Iacs.

Klængur (who I later took out for a ride – he was an arse!)

And Lilja, with Sóley following – always following.

As I said, a total arse – Klængur tripped, spooked and then danced on his tippy toes all the way there and back. He even managed to spook at his own fart!

I’m still here though – well, someone’s got to finish that cake! I think I deserve it.